Abigail shrugs. "If I got mad every time some peasant was hypocritical, I'd spend my entire life furious. Besides, there wasn't anyone in the village I'd want to spend more than a night with, either." Her ass continues to rub against Ard's length. "Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?"
Looks like I missed dinner. I should give Angelica proper thanks for saving some for me. Varrin sat down at the table and dug in, taking the time to savor the warm and tasty meal.
Fatigued after an eventful day, Danielle feels her eyes shut and her consciousness drift away almost as soon as her head hits the pillow. Before she loses consciousness entirely, she could swear she saw Alain entering the room, but that must have just been a dream, right?
Matthias yawns. "I understand, but... Why are you so against these people? Just out of curiosity." He raises his hands placatingly.
The dwarf shakes his head. "Nah. Probably best not to spend too much time in Vizima, with all the criminals here." Drinking down the last of his ale, he stands.
As she changes, Gunther knocks on the door. "My dear? I have news."
Isabella stands in her laboratory, books and magical equipment scattered around the room haphazardly. The sorceress hrinds something at a mortal and pestle, while occasionally taking a break to use some sort of magic spell that lights up the room, and take a look at one of her books.
The blonde waits on the other side, a troubled look on her face. "It's Samuel. He's been attacked! Someone jumped him while he was outside."
Gunther enters the room. "Well, my dear, there's good news and bad news. The good news is that we've found the location of the vault. The bad news is that I've received a letter from your husband. He claims to have taken another loan to do a business deal, which failed, and now he's unable to pay back the new debt." Mirellia has to wonder if by 'business deal', Wendel meant 'gambling at the race track.' Gunther sighs. "They're going to take your home, Mirellia. Reposess it in lieu of payment."
"I need you to shut the hell up and let me work!" She snaps at him, but her expression soon softens, and she looks guilty for her outburst. "S-Sorry, Varrin. I'm just..." She sighs. "Would you mind grinding this up for me?" She points to the mortar and pestle.
Varrin ignored the little outburst – after what had happened he could not really blame her for being on edge. “It's alright, sis, I understand. And sure, I'll do that for you. Just let me know if I need to do it at a particular speed, or something.” He agreed.
The old man sits down beside Mirellia, slipping a consoling arm around her shoulder. "You're more than welcome to move in with me, when our Novigrad business is complete and we head back home. I'd never leave you out in the cold."
Isabella nods, and after a few hours, calls a break to the proceedings, exhausted. "Ugh..." She wipes her brow. "Alright, I think I know how to get Madeline back. I can theoretically make a portal to go to the world of the Wild Hunt. I just need an object to show me where to go. Tell me, have you ever been to Novigrad, bro? Did father ever take you?"
He nods. "Indeed. This is really my fault, for spoiling him." Gunther lets out a sigh, before looking up at his daughter in law. "Perhaps...well...it's time for you to get a new husband?"
It takes a moment for her to belief what she just said, but after a couple seconds, reactively, Danielle moves back to the bed and bends over to reach for something underneath it, getting her snake sword, letting the blade fragments break into it's whip like attack mode as she readied it, for the worst case scenario.