"Well that gives us some time to prepare. Don't worry. He's not about to die anytime soon. Finding where he is..that's another question, but maybe we can narrow it down." Her divination wasn't all powerful exactly, but it might at least be of some use. Looking at future events was a little iffy, especially across distances that didn't share the same physical space...but...on the other hand, she knew way more about her own husband than she did most people she had to use this on. Bloodtype, birthdate, color preferences...all tiny vague things, but would add up well, not to mention, she did have something with a personal connection to him. Pulling the wedding ring from her finger, her eyes began to shut as she used it as a medium tool. Once she had a basic idea, she probably could have her elf friend who knew the city help work out the details....the troll would help. She was sure of that. Getting him in...would take some doing, but she'd resolve something. As she walked out into the main room and found an empty table to start focusing by, she looked around the bar. That doopleganger...she had no idea how to begin tracking that one, but if the rumors were true and they worked to pay back debts they felt for causing trouble...she just had to hope it somehow was close enough to notice whoever it was currently disguised as and would notice this would be a good time. But she couldn't focus on that too much right now, and began the process of trying to divine some bearings quickly to relay back to the elf after gathering up her group.
Being a fishing village, boats are plentiful, and Verena has no trouble taking one, given the distress in the village. A few minutes after the village disappears behind her, however, she begins to see dark shapes in the water beneath the boat, heading upwards.
Mirellia brings her new clothes to her room, before changing into her own training gear, which was a light blouse, and tight pants. She has her Gwyhyr sheathed on her hip, while holding a wooden sword in her hand. She meets Ashton in the training field, glaring at him. "Today, we'll be sparring. If you can last ten minutes, or miraculously disarm me, you win." She said in a stern tone, waiting to hear his reply.
Ard looked shocked at first but then his face started to soften and he chuckled, 'You are full of surprises, dear Abigail. I underestimated you, I apologise for lying to you.' The elf left her some space but didn't pull away himself, 'Since you know the truth, do you wish to continue our partnership? I could understand if you wanted to leave.'
Focusing her ring, Danielle feels the familiar sensation of her vision blacking out, only to be replaced with images of another time and another place. Seeing the future is hazier than the past or the present, but she manages to see Novigrad's great market, late at night, her husband walking through the empty stalls, when he's ambushed by men with the sigil of a flame on their armour. Samuel fights like a demon, tearing the marketplace to pieces in a storm of magic, butchering inquisitor after inquisitor, but eventually a crossbow bolt tears into his side, the pain distracting him. Without conscious command, the vision begins to fade away, as Danielle's subconscious refuses to watch as the inquisitors move in to finish Samuel off. With a flash of light, her vision returns to normal, though what she saw left her a little physically ill. As she comes to, she notices Alain standing in front of her, handing some water to her.
“That was...thank you.” Accepting the water, she quickly drank it as she collected her thoughts, a little disturbed by the vividness. “Looks like a market. Gynnie will know them better. We should get a move on. The odds don’t look good for him on his own.” While she was still trying to compose herself from the graphic site of the vision, there wasn’t a lot of time to be spent, so she rose from the table, heading out to gather her group.
She shakes her head. "No, it makes sense that you wouldn't tell the truth to every random peasant witch you meet. Your home... It's incredible."
'Nobody would believe me even if I did,' the elf chuckled. 'My home?' Ard raised an eyebrow, 'Now how would you know about that? I cannot quits elieve you have been there.'
"Okay, you go get her. I have a...friend...who could help." Alain seems more than a little cagey. "I'll go see her."
Danielle raises an eyebrow, but it’s probably not time to pry. “Do what you need to do. We’ll meet up by the market before nightfall.” Danielle gave the quick location to group up later, and got ready to leave and find Gynnie.
Mirellia glares, planning on making him regret such haughty attitude. She lunges at him, delivering blow after blow on none of his vital spots, to make him endure a beating without going unconscious. Though in her rage, Mirellia may have forgotten about any sort of defense.
Trista hear noises behind them, but she didn't show up for hersellf that she hear something. She answer for question. "Except few attacks of kikimores and wolves, our journey was save." She said shortly i tried to locaded where is egzacly source of sounds.
Lutz observed the entire scene with a clinical mind - oh, he enjoyed it, there was no doubt about it, but he also took note of the sensitive spots the young man discovered. The fact that the woman had sensitive breasts and she pointed it herself, would make things soo much easier. "Let's go." He said as the woman passed out. He walked up to her, and bound her arms behind her back, then gagged her. "Good work." He told the young man. Then he turned to his dwarven companion. "If you wanted to tap into that, now is the time." He said.
She finds the elf in the boarding house/inn where she last was. She sits at a table, playing dice with some itinerant dwarves, but gets up when she sees Danielle, evidently spotting some graveness in the milf's expression. "Hey there. Is something amiss?"
Ashton groans and cries out as Mirellia slams multiple hard shots onto his body. As she goes for the coup de grace, however, he pirouettes out of the way of her blow, and slaps the flat of his blade hard against her ass. "Hngh..." He breathes hard, but shoots her another grin. "I haven't even earned my reward yet, and you're already letting me spank you? I didn't know that my mother was so twisted."
Listening out, she hears the sounds coming from directly behind her, a fair distance out into the trees. The source of the noise is moving, but staying mainly in the same small radius, not approaching or retreating. @moonblack Isabella leans in to whisper into her brother's ear. "See the way the witcher's ears are twitching? She hears something, something that has her attention."
The dwarf moves up, hands going to his waist, but he seemingly changes his mind. "Nah, I wanted her cunt, but the boy went and filled her up. A shame to waste her, but I'll stop by the Passiflora later." The young man dresses without a word, and leaves, as the woman remains senseless. After she's tied up, Lutz notices her coming back to her senses. Seeing the situation, she shouts angrily against the gag, her cries muffled, and struggles against her bonds.
'Ah, you had one of those visions?' Ard said, looking slightly disappointed, 'And here I thought you had figured it out on your own.' 'Yes, my home world has its charms. You grow accustomed to it, but I imagine I will be quite in awe and relieved to return as well after such a long time here,' Ard said, 'If everything goes smoothly with my comrades and if you would like, you could come with me. Though, I cannot guarantee that my estate will still be waiting for us, maybe another of my family members moved in. And well... Humans are not exactly seen as worthy there, quite the opposite in fact.'
