Abigail nods and heads out with him. Outside, the commotion has died down a bit, and most people simply stay in their huts, or go to the wharves to fish quietly.
Inside, the man idly plays gwent with one of his sons. "Ah." He looks up. "Thank you." He charges 5 crowns for the service. "You'll be leaving now?"
'Yes, we will be leaving. I am not sure where to yet, though,' Ard nodded, 'What can you tell me about the commotion in the village this morning?'
"Oh, that." The alderman sighs. "A nearby village was raided, earlier. The people here are calling it the Wild Hunt, but personally I think they're just spooked by hearing about them yesterday. It didn't help when that witcher took a boat out into the swamps the moment she heard that the Hunt might've been involved. She's got no more information than anyone else, but now everyone's saying that if a witcher's taking it seriously, then it must be the Hunt."
"Obviously." Lutz answered with sarcasm. "You do realise, that it will be painful way, now?" He grabbed her by the arm and pulled to the wooden horse. "You should now what this is. Let me ask again - who aims to rob city vault?" He asked as he put the woman on the device and tie her to it. The wood started slowly pushing into her pussy, and she was forced to grab the wood with her tights, to keep herself above it.
'Did someone see if that village was covered in snow and ice?' Ard asked, 'If it was not, then it was not raided by those wraiths.'
"N-No, no!" She moans out as the wooden horse presses up against her. "I...I've tortured plenty of p-people in my time." She grunts, looking at him. "At the end of it, I usually k-k-kill them. What g-,argh,-guarantee do I have that you'll let me live if I talk?"
"I haven't heard any reports like that, but then again, I haven't been paying all too much attention to such talk." He shrugs.
"You know what, fine I will accept your proposal." She said and take her soap and towel from the bag. As they walk to stream, Trista chuckled. "I have to admit, your are patient men."
Lutz walked up to the shelves with torture devices and took a few of them. "Good, you understand." He said as he walked up to the blue-haired woman. "But you seem to misunderstand." He grabbed her tit and started sucking the nipple, making the woman shudder with pleasure. "It's not the question of how we end this. But what kind of road we will take to that point." He grabbed the nipple with pliers - not too strong, but with enough strength to make the woman hiss from pain. "It can be a pleasant road or a painful one." He let go of her nipple and slid his fingers into her pussy and started fingering her, while he grabbed her throat with his other hand. He then crashed his lips against hers, in a hot lustful kiss. "But yes, by the end, I will break you, use you and... when you gave me all I want, I will dispose of you." He squeezed her throat, cutting of her air, but not removing his fingers from her snatch. "You understand, don't you? The thrill of power, of breaking a powerful person, reducing it to begging mess, ohh soo eager to please. We both done it many times. Now, you get to enjoy the other side." He removed his fingers from her and pushed her deeper into woodenhorse, making her moan from pain as her sensitive drenched pussy was being pushed apart.
Heading away from the campsite, the two find themselves at the banks of a wide and clean stream. Gustav gives a chuckle. "I'm patient, when the prize is worth the wait."
Varrin laughed good-naturedly at getting teased by the two women as he prepared his own bedroll. “Getting hugged by my big sister is not a bad way to spend the night, to be honest.” The young man watched Trista head for the stream before turning his attention back to Isabella. “After riding for several days a bath is starting to sound rather tempting. I think that will be one of the first things I will do once we reach Novigrad and find a place to stay.”
Trista put her swords on the rock and begin unstraped her armor parts, not making shy for undersing before men. When someone travel with you for weeks, you have to more belive in trust to watch your back of treats, instead of embrassed of your body. "Well, so I hope you can wait a little longer, because I want right now only a bath. Nothing more, nothing less." She said, removing her clothes.
The priestess moans in pleasure as he suckles on her sensitive breast, before screaming out as he transitions to pain. "You fucking bastard!" Her shouts reverberate around the closed off room. "My men are gonna...aah...Find you. T-They'll fucking kill you...Your boss...That little shit who seduced m-aah!" She gives Lutz a hateful look. "I swear it, by the Eternal Flame."
'Thank you for your hospitality, we will take our leave,' Ard nodded and left the alderman and his son to their game of cards. The elf walked to his horse with Abigail, 'I am not sure, I am inclined to agree with the alderman.'
"You'll have to wait, because I'll be taking the bath first." She chuckles imperiously. "Unless, of course, you want to share..." Isabella's voice lowers as she says that last line, lying down beside her brother.
Abigail nods. "Me too. These people seem like they believe things too easily. I think one person might have suggested the Wild Hunt as a possibility, and the rest took that as a certainty." She follows him to the horse. "Still, that leads us without leads. Should we go back to Corrine and see if we can get a more useful dream from her, or go and see if we can get more from the witcher?"
“Of course, ladies first.” Varrin chuckled before lowering his voice as well. “Don't tempt me, Issie. You should know I would not turn down a chance to bathe with a pretty girl... plus, it would be nice to have someone wash my back for me...” he chuckled again.
