The troll stands like a stone, totally immobile, with its arms crossed. It doesn't seem to have any hostile intent, but nor does it seem to want to move. "No crossy! Stupid humies take my favorite rock! Steal it! No crossy until humies give back!" Gynnie looks up at the troll. "We're not those...'humies'. In fact, I'm an elf, not a human." The elf's logic seems to have little effect. "All right, what did they look like, the humies who stole your rock?" Gynnie barely avoids rolling her eyes. The troll thinks for a moment. "Ink! The humies had ink all over their skin, and one had a blanket on him, covering his whole body. Stupid humies." The troll spits contemptuously. Gynnie looks to Danielle. "I'm guessing the ink refers to tattoos. Only people I know around here with tattoos are a local gang. Way I see it, we can try to look into the gang, or find another crossing further away. You're the boss, so it's up to you, though."
Ard gave the leader a chilling glare, 'Your stubborn and shortsighted quest for revenge clouds your judgement. You will all perish here for no gain if you do not retreat.' Ard had a hard time not talking to them as if they were children, 'Look at you, young and full of life. You should be in the Aen Seidhe lands to the east, siring a new generation, not here throwing yourselves at dh'oine blades.'
Danielle didn't make any reaction to the troll or insult him. It was still his property after all, and of course he was upset about it being stolen. "I see....well, we can definitely see about getting your rock back." She was a little annoyed at how much time this might take, but getting the troll to be on good terms with her in the future would make it a lot easier to come and go through this place. "I'm not much of a fighter...but I can be pretty scary. Letting criminals run around won't do anyone good. Besides, if he likes us, that will make it easier for return trips whenever we need it." Explaining her thoughts to Gynnie, Danielle smiled at the troll and gave a nod. "We'll find your rock."
Trista smile to herself, as she feel something hard down behind her. It mean she is still atractive, ewen after years of training and monster slaying. On mention about griffin witcher, she shake here head. "I don't know. Since last winter, I didn't meet any another witcher of my school. You know, it is rare to meet others on the Path, that is why we come back on the winter to our school. In the last time in our school were six griffins, one bear, and pair of manticores from the east, on the winter. That was intresting meeting." She turn back to memories about that days. Warm heartstone, cool ale, spicy meat and stories and tales from the world. Yes, winter is the best time for her.
Heading to the door, Mirellia finds it slightly ajar, though she remembers closing it firmly. Down in the dining hall, Mirellia smells the intoxicating scent of fine food and wine, all arrayed on a long table. Gunther stands behind a chair, pulling it out so Mirellia can sit down. "Please, my dear, take a seat."
"This land belongs to us. All of it." The female elf scowls, but seeing the witcher angle her body, ready for a fight, the scoia'tael backs down, unsure whether Ard is a threat, despite his words. "Fine, you win today, but we'll remember your face, traitor." The resistance fighter gives a hand signal to her people, and all three of them back away, disappearing into the trees. The witcher gives Ard a nod, sheathing her blade, as the wounded noble looks up at the otherworldly elf. "T-Thank you, sir."
"Find rock, and you cross." The troll nods, as Gynnie turns away and leads Danielle back into town. "The place we're going to, well, it's pretty rough." Soon, they arrive at a small tavern. Inside, they see seven men and women, all muscular, with tattoos covering their bodies. A tavern keeper stands behind the bar, clearly terrified of his patrons. As Danielle and Gynnie enter, they feel all eyes drawn to them.
"Sounds like fun." Gustav chuckles. "Out of curiosity, have you ever had a member of the cat school winter with you?"
"Hmm?" Mirellia let out a curious hum as she noticed the door, Must be a faulty door. I'll just have to make sure to lock it next time. She thought to herself, brushing it off as a fault in the house. And as she arrived at the dining room, she moves to the chair Gunther pulled out. "Thank you." She said as she takes her seat. Mirellia then waits for the old man to sit, before speaking, "Ah. My coachman, Caster, wishes to join us in our trip. He's a skilled worker, and he seemed confident about his skills with a crossbow in case things go awry. I do hope you'll permit him." She said as they dig in to their meal, the sexy milf eats elegantly, showing the results of years of etiquette classes.
Trista made more seriosly face and nod for that. "Yes, few years ago there was one cat in our castle. Winter was frozen, wind blow and roads was unpassages, when he come to our school. No one was too happy about him showing up, but he was witcher like us, so we let him stay." She go back to memories about harsh winter. "Let's say, few sparring become realy violence and mood was realy harsh. We have a lot arguments and quarrels, so we all was happy to leave on the first sigh of spring."
«Va fáill, Aen Seidhe,» Ard said, his gaze following them as they backed away. He turned to the witcher and the noble girl, 'You should thank your bodyguard. If she had not been here I would've let them capture you. I do not like to take sides in this feud between Dh'oine and Aen Seidhe. But with a vatt'ghern as your protector those younglings were in over their heads. Had I not spoken to them you'd just have three more dead elves on your family's tally.' His eyes came to rest on the noble's thigh, 'Can you see to her wound, vatt'ghern? Or do I need to help?'
Why do I get the feeling I will be a glorified manservant there to carry whatever she decides to buy? Varrin wisely kept the thought to himself. “I see... alright, I'm ready when you are, sis.” The young man announced as he finished changing into his new clothes. He chose to ignore the comment about the brothel, and he was certain he would not get a proper answer if he were to ask about the “one last thing”.
This place looked clearly suspicious and she took an educated guess, this was probably it. Getting into a fight with their whole gang like tbis, would be an issue, so Danielle approached a bar stool and sat, hoping that if she just acted confident like she was supposed to be there, that would confuse them for now as she thought on what to do.
Gunther nods along. "Of course, of course." That said, given the way the old man stares at her, it's unclear how much he's paying attention to her words. The food is truly delectable, far superior to her usual fare, but as she eats, imperceptibly, Miriella's body begins to grow hot. As she sees her father in law staring, the noblewoman begins to have some naughty ideas in the back of her mind, as well as when she thinks of Caster. The food and wine are plentiful, far more than two people would ever need for a single dinner, but it's so delicious that Miriella finds herself eating more than she would normally.
"Sorry to hear he caused trouble. I met one myself, recently. Nasty piece of work." His length presses against her again. Overhead, the sky begins to grow dark, and Bogrid rides his pony up close next to Trista, so he can be heard. "Gettin' late, lass. I know there's an inn not far away from here, where we could stay the night. Alternatively, this road is pretty straight, so we wouldn't have to worry about the horses if we kept going through the night, though it might make the kikimores harder to fight. What do you think, do we rest up at the inn, or keep riding?"
"Y-Yes, I'm very grateful to her." The young woman looks up at her saviour. The witcher shrugs at Ard's question. "Is that an offer? I'm better at dealing out wounds than fixing them up, so you're welcome to help the girl if you'd like."
Trista think about their options, but answer was clear for her. "Yesh, no need to rush. Let's stay in the inn and give rest for horses. Some ale to whip of dust of road would be nice too."
"Thank you." Mirellia said in her usual tone, as she ate. And being more than used to having men's gazes locked on her body, she doesn't think much of Gunther's stare. But, as her body grew warmer, the sexy milf shakes her head. Brushing it off as her noble blood celebrating that fact that she has once again ate a luxurious meal. However, as her already frustrated mind started to wander. Mirellia gulped, a sudden flash of her father-in-law jumping at her, and taking her right then and there. Or Caster suddenly stopping the carriage in the middle of nowhere, only to enter, and defile her body however he wishes... or the more perverse thought of her slightly overweight son touching her as she slept. While her naughty thoughts played out, Mirellia didn't even notice how much she's eaten. "Oh, uhm, thank you for the meal. It was delicious." She said as she stands up, but Gunther could notice her flushed cheeks. "I will take my leave now, I will see you tomorrow. Good night." The sexy milf said in an uncharacteristicly rapid way, before rushing off to her room.
Madeline strides outwards, a bundle of energy as she heads out of the castle and down towards town. After having breakfast at one of the market stalls, the young woman leads her brother into a tailor, to have a new dress commissioned. What follows is a good half hour of boredom, as Varrin waits in the front while Madeline is measured in the back. Several attractive women enter and leave the store, some sharing flirty grins with the young man, but none show any real interest. After what seems like an eternity, Varrin hears his sister call his name. Heading into her fitting room, he sees his sister completely naked, her curvy body entirely bare for his viewing pleasure, as she holds several pieces of richly coloured fabric. "I'm having some trouble deciding on the colour. What do you think? Red, blue or green?" She holds the fabric against her skin in a way that does nothing to cover up her breasts or pussy.
'I can see what I can do, but you should seek out a proper healer as soon as you can,' Ard told the witcher and dismounted his horse. He approached the dh'oine noble with his water skin and a small flask of alcohol in hand, he was not a medic but every Huntsman had to at least be able to treat a comrades wounds until they could be brought back to Tir na Lia. Kneeling beside the Human girl, his eerily pale eyes scanned the arrow and wound, 'I would advise against removing the arrow until you have proper care, but I can clean the wound around it to keep it from festering.' Getting to work, Ard tried his best to dress the wound around the arrow with whatever medical knowledge he had picked up in the many decades he had lived.
