Trista sleeping that night much better, than others so she feel refreash and ready for day. "All right guys, let's go to civilisation. "She said, getting on the horse.
»Is there now? You might be mistaken about this one. Let us see who is the prey and who is the hunter!« Ard gave her a challenging glare. Slowly, the air filled with chilling fog, surrounding them. Before he leaped into action, Ard conjured and hurled a frostball at the aquatic monster.
The following morning Varrin woke up before his sister. “Good morning, Issie. Sleep well?” He greeted her with a smile when she woke up. “Morning, Trista.” The young man greeted their companion as he and Isabella packed up. Soon they too were ready to go. “Well, let's go find out what awaits us in Novigrad...”
The man pulls back, but not fast enough, and his throat is cut. As he falls backwards, the 6 remaining bandits attack with clubs and daggers.
Verena uses her Reflexes to cut them down and avoid their swings, pushing some back with a Powerful Aard wave.
Isabella lifts herself from the sleeping roll, hair and dress already perfect due to her magic. "I'm looking forward to sleeping in a bed again, that's for sure." She sighs. Entering the great city of Novigrad, Trista and Varrin see that the streets are bustling with activity.
The rusalka dodges out of the way. "So you want to do this the hard way?" Ard's guide runs away, as the rusalka takes on a bestial image, with sharp claws and fangs. With surprising grace, she leaps towards Ard, claws extended to slash at him
“You and me both.” Varrin agreed. “So this is Novigrad...” Varrin looked around, examining the city and its people – and staying alert for any danger, or just opportunistic pickpockets. “So, where to now? Look for an inn to stay at first? Or some place else?”
As they pass watch post, with guards in the gate, Trista take deep breath of city smell. It may hit someone new, but her remind her past years. "I know one small inn, in the medium city "Under broken dwarf". Food and beer aren't the best, but it have stables and you can be sure to not be robbed, when you sleep." She said to Varrin and nod. "I would like to leave my things in the safe place."
»The hard way does not involve me ending up in your belly,« Ard said, as he leaped back and raised his longsword to parry the monster's claws. Ard pressed the attack, using the long reach of his sword. Under his breath, he spoke another spell in elder speech, which should sap his enemy's vigour and make them more feeble.
She's not able to cut any of them, but as she uses aard, Verena sees two of the bandits fall backwards, and the others temporarily stumble.
It takes Trista a few minutes to remember her way, but she soon leads the group to the inn she remembers.
With every orgasm clouding her mind with lust, Mirellia quickly lost track of time. And with the unknown duration of her stay, her cell was coated with the smell of her erotic juices. Yet, despite her numerous climaxes, the sexy milf's pussy ached to be filled. Once Menge arrived, Mirellia looks at him wth cloudy eyes. "Haahn... please... fuck me... use my pussy... or my ass... pleease." She begged, spreading her stocking-clad legs, revealing her dripping wet cunt.
She grits her teeth, going to renew her attack, but dodging backwards as Abigail throws a fireball at her. "You want to see the lady, yes?"
Small inn, with singboard painted dwarf with empty pockets, not too big, but stables looks big enought for all their horses. She put her own horse inside and toss coin to stableboy, to take care for horse. She take her saddle pack and nod to party. "The innkeeper is a old dwarf Brosca, who broke his leg years ago and it didn't heal well for him. He is slim and try to confince you to drinking game, what I wouldn't recomend to anyone. But he is honest and have fair prize, so no worry." Trista enter the inn and look for dwarf.
Menge grins. "I'd love to, but unfortunately, I can't. Don't worry, though, my lady. You'll have a new owner soon, and I'm sure he'll give you all the cock you need. Some prospective buyers are coming today."
"N-noo..." Mirellia whimpered as he denied her plea. But, once he got to the part of her being sold. Instead of being disgusted, or panicking. The sexy milf shuddered in excitement, "Haahn." She moans with need, openly letting Menge know that she couldn't wait.
Varrin too tossed a coin to the stableboy to take care of their horses. The siblings took their backpacks and followed Trista inside the inn, in search of the innkeeper.
