The sorceress resists for a few moments, but as her eyelids dip again, she nods. The two of them head off the beaten path, into a small nook, where Isabella dismounts. "C-Can you... make a fire?" She yawns. The horses, just as exhausted, move to eat some grass and rest. "J-Just gather some wood, I'll l-light it." She sits down at the base of a tree, and within moments, she's snoring softly.
Heading out, she finds a long street specialising in women's clothing, with numerous upscale tailors and lingerie stores.
"I'll keep it in mind." Ignazy smiles. The group, all mounted, begin to ride away. Looking behind him, Gustav says "Shame that scholar and his sister are still in there, or else we could just burn it down. Though now that I mention it, maybe it would be better if we got rid of the lad..."
"No, thanks." The man shook his head. "I have everything I need." Then Lutz nodded and, understanding that the talk was over, returned to his base.
"Yeh, I thought about that too. If they have a little brain, they will leave these place too." She think for their next move. "I regret that, but it look like we have to change our plans Bogrid. We should right now leave Keadven as soon as possible, to awoid trouble and unwelcome question. Better go west, to Redania where we will be safer.""
Looking through the windows, she sees a diverse amount of clothing, ranging from conservative and proper, to absolutely scandalous. A few of them, she thinks, press the bounds of what's legal to wear in public.
Varrin shook his head and smiled in amusement as he looked at his sister. Covering her with his cloak he let her rest as he searched around for some dry wood to use for the fire, as well as some stones with which to make a circle around it. The surrounding area did not seem particularly dry, but he still did not want to risk starting a fire. Once he had prepared everything Varrin took out some flint and steel he had brought and tried starting the fire himself instead of bothering his sister, choosing to let her rest a bit longer.
Looking through the windows, Mirellia was surprised to see a shop openly sell such provocative clothes. For now she buys two dresses which can be considered proper, if only the fabric wasn't so light, and the fact that it hugged her curvy body. She pays for it, and has it sent to her carriage. Before discreetly entering the store selling the most perverse dresses she could find.
After a week and a half, he hears a knock on the gates of the warehouse. Looking out, he sees his companion from the trip waiting for him outside. "She's alone."
There's nods of assent from the other riders. "Probably a good idea. We should be able to make it over the mountains without trouble." Bogrid says. "It doesn't get too bad before winter."
Trista smile and focus on the road, wanted to leave as fast as possible these kingdom. It look like their travel will take them some time.
He rests peacefully for a few hours or so, warmed by the fire as the sun dips beneath the horizon and night falls. As he warms his hands, he sees the dark haired sorceress stir, eyes slowly opening.
Looking around, Mirellia sees a number of high class people around, judging that people of high station can get away with more in this city than they can back home. Entering the store, she sees it's luxuriously decorated, with a young woman in a strange and revealing outfir at the counter. "Good day, ma'am. May I help you?"
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Varrin smiled at his sister. “Or should I say, 'good night'. Hungry? I was just about to get something to eat.”
Abigail chuckles, taking his cock in his mouth and lashing it with her tongue, before he begins to feel her throat squeeze down around his length delightfully. He hears the faint sound of gagging, but it doesn't seem to dampen the witch's enthusiasm at all.
The road through the northern passes is trecherous, but the four riders manage to navigate it without injury or delay. Heading into Redania, they find the populace distrusting and suspicious, more so than usual. Few people in the towns and villages are willing to speak much to strangers, but here and there Trista's ears manage to hear rumours about spectral riders. One night, they ride between villages, Trista spots a campfire off in the distance.
Isabella rolls her eyes, but smiles and nods. "Yeah. Give me something, I'm starving." He notes that it's phrased as a command rather than a question, which is closer to her regular self.
Mirellia was surprised to see people in high standing shopping in this store. But as she was approached by an employee, the sexy milf clears her throat. "Yes... I'm looking for a dress, and some lingerie for a special occasion."
