The carriage arrives back at the small, mansion. Mirellia's father in law leaves her the purse, before thanking her again and heading back inside.
Isabella shakes her head. "Just what you feel you might need in the city. Weapons and armour are probably not a bad idea. Novigrad has a rough reputation."
Abigail chuckles, her tongue swirling around his cock head, before she licks her way down his shaft to suck on the elf's balls. "Oh, believe me, I'll savour every moment." He feels a jolt of pleasure run up his spine.
The bandits, used to slaughtering helpless travellers, aren't ready for the fury they're enduring, and as Gustav joins the fray, attacking from behind, they begin to get picked off quickly. As Trista uses aard, she feels the power of the blast leave her body, recoil shooting up her arm, and the woman goes flying backwards, crashing against a shelf stacked with drinks, sending many of them down to shatter against the stone floor. The woman remains conscious, however, and retains her grip on the butcher's knife. "Fucking mutant!" She spits venomously. "You'll regret betraying me!" With an enraged cry, she rushes at Trista, swinging the broad blade towards the witcher's face.
She manages to stop an old woman in her tracks. "T-T-The Wild H-Hunt... They destroyed a village not too far away."
She sees the criminal sitting at the bar, smiling as he sees her. "Hey there. I made some extra coin today, and I knew exactly what I wanted to spend it on." He looks her body up and down.
Cleaver nods. "Yer employer paid up for my help, so you won't need to pay me for the pretty boy." He leans in conspiratorially. "I could pay you, if you were interested though, lad. All you'd have to do is let me in on what info your lady is trying to get from this priestess."
Trista didn't ask her to drop weapon, she didn't try to take her alive or unarm her. Right now, that was fight and her own life was prize. She use advatage of her longer sword and cut woman in the neck, to kill her fast and quickly. She rise left hand, protected in metal armor, to block woman knive befor it reach her face.
Lutz smirked. "I value my life too much to start playing the nobles games. I am sure you understand." He replied with a smile.
“Alright, then. Some spare weapons, my brigandine plus a spare gambeson, just in case, and some typical traveling supplies such as food, water, blankets and tents. And a rope – you can never have too much rope, with all the different uses it has. Also a few extra coins. I think that's all I will need.” Varrin listed out loud, giving Isabella a chance to make any corrections or additions. If she had nothing to add he would go and get all the supplies, prepare his backpack, and go join his sister, ready to go.
The innkeeper comes at Trista inelegantly, with fury, but without much skill. All it takes is a quick slice, and she falls to the ground dead, her knife only scratching Trista's gauntlet. Behind her, Gustav's sword impales the last of the bandits, and the inn is quiet. Faintly, they can still hear screaming outside from one of the civilian women who ran away in terror. "Crap," Gustav wipes the blood off of his sword, "Hopefully they only saw the human and the dwarf. If word gets around that two witcher's were involved in a slaughter like this, we'll be hunted." Trista hears creaking from the top of the stairs. Turning, she sees the scholar who was attacked on the road, looking at the bloody scene in horror.
Cleaver raises his arms. "Worth a shot, right? I pay well to be well informed, but have it your way." He nods. "You can stay in the warehouse, if you like, or we can find you a place to stay in town. Do you need any resources to prepare for the interrogation?"
Trista sigh and whip off blood of her sword and look at the terrified scholar. " Well, I know how it look like but it will be better for you, to not ask question. Let's say, that was justice for bandits and our innkeeper was one of them." She said and look at dwarf and werewolf. "Anyone get hurt of you? We better leave these place, I don't want to explain this to local milicia."
Isabella simply responds with a silent nod, as she mounts her horse and leads Varrin out of the castle. They ride for several days, going west towards the great city, Isabella preferring to use magic to keep herself and the horses energised, rather than stopping to rest, though even this seems to have its limits, wearing them down. At one point, as they ride out of a village and through several verdant fields, Varrin catches his sister's eyes shutting, the sorceress slumping forwards in the saddle.
The scholar says nothing, face white. Ignazy shows a small cut on his arm, but it isn't serious, as the others shake their heads. Gustav loots the dead innkeeper, pulling out a purse clinking with gold. "Some payment for our efforts." He grins. Bogrid grunts and heads out the door towards the horses. "The girl's right. Let's get out of here."
Trista nod and go after dwarf, to their horses. She look at Ignazy as she put saddle on horse. "What are you going to do now? I guess you can't return right now to your hut after what happen. If you want, you can stay with us for some time." She said decided to split their reward and money from the cave later, when they leave these area.
Ignazy nods gratefully. "Thanks. I have some relatives on the other side of the continent. I'll travel with you for a while, and then head west to go see them." He chuckles, as he mounts a bandit's horse. "I promise not to turn into a werewolf and eat you."
Varrin moved his horse close to his sister's. “Issie,” he called gently to her, “I think it's time we stop and get some proper rest. I don't want you falling off your horse because you were too tired to stay awake and too stubborn to admit it.” He chided his sister gently, worried that she was pushing herself too much.
As Gunther left, Mirellia orders to head to the city's shopping district so they could find a boutique to buy new clothes from.
Trista chuckled too and jump to saddle. "That is good for you. Mutation made witchers body realy untastefull for most monsters, once I heard about talking ghoul who confess it taste for him like old ass of nekkers." She said and look at inn what was source of many tragedies. "It's a pitty, when safe place become most deadly one."
