Trista count the money and look at mage. "Alright. Do you have any tips or advises where we should looking for passage in the servers? Novigrad is big city, searching could take long time."
{What was her name?} Lutz kept the woman on the edge, not allowing her to climax. "The list?" He urged her, not giving his answer.
Varrin listened silently to the conversation between the mage and the witcher. Normally robbing a crime lord would be a bad idea, but if the blame can be pinned on other people it should be fine... besides, we do need the item... and sneaking through the sewers is hardly the worst thing in the world, even if it is not particularly pleasant...
"Gghlk... ggghmp... gghhulp." Feeling his seed slide right down her throat, Mirellia shuddered while savoring the taste. And as he moved away while contemplating her fate, the sexy milf breathed heavily. Looking at her sleeve where her stiletto dagger is hidden, she decides to bide her time for now. As she figured even if she escaped, she couldn't leave her precious Gwyhyr behind. Mirellia doesn't resist as the guards drag her to her cell.
'Let that be my concern, we will accompany you to the spot, but you should stay well back if the monster does show itself,' Ard said and led his horse by the reigns, following the man and his cart.
"Head to the Passiflora and ask for Basil. He's one of my men, and will be able to tell you what you need to know." He nods. "I assume you know the Passiflora? I've heard that it's rather famous."
The two guards pull the milf out of the chair, dragging her out of the office and through the hunter's headquarters, men leering and grinning at her exposure. Heading downstairs into a stone dungeon, Mirellia is pulled into a bare cell, with only a metal pole in the centre, manacles hanging from a chain attached to the top. Shoving her forwards, the guards remove what remains of her armour, pulling her arms up to put her hands in the manacles.
The trip takes perhaps an hour in all, heading through swampland and through the peasant's village, until they arrive at the lake. The water is murky and brown, but Ard notes that the island in the centre is quite beautiful, especially compared with the rest of the area. "All right." Ard's guide says, watching the murky water. "Let's see this trick of yours."
"Well, if you do your job successfully, perhaps you can celebrate there before you leave?" The mage shrugs. "In any case, if there's nothing else?"
"Ho?" Lutz hummed, then quickly moved his fingers a few times, bringing the woman to climax. As the blue-haired woman was climaxing, he quickly pierced her nipple and put a ring in the piercing. The entire procedure went so fast, that the pain from piercing was drowned by her own climax. "If someone would tell you that, then gave the condition of cooperating only when freed, would you believe that?" He asked as his fingers, again, started fingering her, and he started sucking her other breast.
"No, nothing else. But I'm sure we will remind about something, when we will be on the fire, but it just happen. How much time we have for doing our job?" She asked and when mage respond, Trista nod. "Alright, that is all."
Cheeks burning with humiliation... and arousal as she's paraded around the witch hunter's barracks. Mirellia cursed as they remove the rest of her armor, causing her to lose her hidden dagger. Though unless they tidy up the place, and throw away the scraps of her combat gear, she figured her dagger would be out of reach instead. And as they bind her arms above her head, Mirellia looks away as her curvy body, clad in only her erotic lingerie was displayed.
Ard approached the edge of the water. Kneeling down and concentrating his powers, he attempted to use his frost magic to slowly freeze over the lake. The fish would probably have enough time to get to deeper water, but any bigger creature might have some trouble.
"There isn't a time limit, but I assume that your companions will want to do the job quickly." @moonblack The mage grins at Varrin and Isabella. "You'll be wanting to save your sister soon, I think?" After Trista responds, he nods. "Then I'll see you when the job is done." He turns away, and soon Trista and Varrin can't hear them.
The two men, clearly peasant born, ogle Mirellia's body, and idly grope her after they chain her to the pole. "Damn..." One grins. "Dressed to impress, eh love?" He grabs her exposed nipples and twists violently.
This guy knows way too much... Varrin watched silently as the mage left at last, then looked at Isabella to see if she had anything to add.
The chill spreads across the water, and soon Ard sees the liquid beginning to freeze. From the water, he sees a shadow rapidly approaching the shore.
