The woman at the desk gives Prokop a smile of encouragement, and the young scholar nods hesitantly. "I, well, I was on the road, you see..." He blanches. "It was horrible! Yellow eyes, staring at me in the dark!" Prokop begins to shiver, and the woman walks from her desk to comfort him. "I'm sorry," she says, "Several people were killed when my brother was attacked. It had an effect on him, as you can see."
For a brief moment, nothing happens. Then, after some waiting, the enchantress feels the world around her begin to fade away, her vision growing saturated and dark. She sees flashes of the past, of a luxurious bedroom. She sees a woman, clad in a white robe, with a flaming rose embroidered on the front. "Is the job done?" A voice sounds, the young man's. "You bet. Hope he doesn't mind the little reduction to his stock." The voice is from the same person, but it's different from when it was speaking to Danielle. The young sorcerer sounds vapid and cruel. "So, about my payment." The vision jumps ahead in time. Danielle sees the woman in the robe, now aflame. She screams for help, but it isn't long before the flames end her ability to do so. The last thing Danielle sees before the vision ends is an image of the young man as he climbs out a window, panic on his face, with smoke behind him. With a jolt, Danielle snaps back to the present.
Abigail narrows her eyes, listening with care to every word. "Well, you don't seem like a witch hunter. Yes, on occasion, I have done so. Why? What else was in your vision?"
Trista let sister comfor her brother, before she continue. "Yellow eyes? I heard about big monster with fury. Do you see something like big, angry goat or werewolf?" She asked when he calm down a little
Easily, the witcher is able to slice upwards and send the creature's arm flying. As she does, however, the creature manages a spin of its own, its claws coming round to smack against her shoulder. Her armour holds up, and her shoulder isn't cut, but she goes sprawling down to the ground. The creature, bleeding profusely, loses its footing, and falls down on top of her, knocking the wind from her lungs and pinning her to the marshy ground. Weakly, it moves its maw closer to her, trying to drain her blood, but it dies before it can make contact.
"O-oh, I didn't think it was that delicious." Mirellia said to herself in a shocked tone, but as her body felt warm again, she shuddered as the fantasies returned. Mm. Hah, really now. I've endured for years, and yet one vivid fantasy was enough to arouse me so. She thought to herself, gulping as she felt her juices slowly soak through her sexy panties. Hah. That alderman, he wanted me on my knees. Her fantasy continued, Mirellia unconsciously placing a hang on her thigh, He probably wanted me to pleasure his cock... I wonder how big he was. She continued, her hand slowly moving toward her crotch. There's also Ashton... that glint in his eyes when we were still in Gunther's mansion... I wonder. Her perverted thoughts moved on to her son, as her hand touches her pussy over her dress. Sadly, as Caster called out to her, she was lucky he knocked on the door, rather than peeking in from the coachman's seat. "A-ah, yes, please do." Mirellia gave a surprised reply, as she tried to control her arousal.
Prokop breathes heavily as he tries to calm down, his sister hugging him and patting his back."It's alright...there, there." After a while, Prokop looks up. "I, uh, maybe. It was dark...too dark to see well, but it had fur. I don't know if it was a werewolf, I've never seen one in real life, but it had no horns that I saw, and it had fangs, rather than goat's teeth. The fangs..." He sighs. "They glimmered in the moonlight..." The blonde smiles reassuringly at him, and he continues. "It didn't look like a goat to me."
Danielle freezes in place. At first, her mouth opens to speak. Then pauses. Left looking at the young man confused, she seems hard to make sure of what she saw. There was evidence both for and against what she saw. "The boy...the woman in the same room. Discussion of a payment. It sounds like someone didn't want to pay the cost they hired the sorcerer for....there's a fire. The boy climbs out a window. But panicked. Surprised." She tried to gather more clues than what she had, but she was left exchanging glances with the captain. "The evidence is overwhelming....but the look on his face. It makes it almost look like it wasn't his doing. There's too many gaps to be sure, which is which. What I gathered, is they did meet. And the woman hired him to do something and didn't want to make good on her end of the deal....at least that's my understanding that I could piece together. It's not much. Objectively, it...makes him a strong suspect at least. But I'm not convinced this is enough to be sure."
Verena coughs and sneers. "Sorry but Your too much...." She sends a Aard Impuls at The Creature, pushing it off from her. She stands and cuts The Creatures Head off before putting her Sword in The Sheath on her back. She wipes The Dirt from her Chainmail and checks her shoulder before taking The Creatures Head to deliver it and receive The Reward.
The book is as heavy as it looks, and the weight is added to as Madeline leads her brother around town, buying various bits and baubles for him to carry. Finally, she turns to him. "Well, I think that's all for today. Let's head back." By the time he reenters the castle, Varrin almost collapses, nearly falling onto the same bed where his sister was eaten out last night. In Madeline's room, the young woman takes a seat next to him. "Just put that stuff anywhere."
"Yes, yes, yes so it look like it was alone werewolf. They most often have pact of wolves with them, but sometimes it happen to Hunt alone." She said mosty to hersellf. "So, you don't see any others creatures attack? And where it attack you egzacly?"
"Of course. It should be ready in a few minutes, ma'am." Caster heads out to set up the tent, leaving Mirellia alone in the carriage with her fantasies. After what seems like an age, she feels the door open, sees Ashton grinning up at her, no trace of the previous fear on his face. "Naughty girl. Last night wasn't enough for you, I see? You're having another wet dream." Ashton steps up into the carriage. Possessively, as though he owned her, he reaches out to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples hard with his thumbs and forefingers, sending jolts of pleasure across her body. Leaning in close, he breathes into her ear. "I bet you wish this was real, don't you? That your son would really take you like a whore."
"W-What? No! She's lying!" The young mage backs away. The knight looks up at Danielle and nods. "It isn't conclusive, but it's more than enough to bring him back to the Temple Isle for questioning."
With a relieved sigh Varrin made his way to a small but sturdy table in Madeline's room and carefully put all the stuff he was carrying on it, then turned to look at his sister. “There. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
As the coachman left, Mirellia once again basked in her fantasies. Only to be surprised as the carriage door opened, "Ashton! What are yo-aahn!" The sexy milf had to cover her mouth to stifle her moan, despite the whole thing being a "fantasy" it simply made things arousing, the thrill of being caught and being watched long sinced engraved in her thanks to Gustav. "Y-yessss." She replied shuddering in her seat, which would allow her "fantasy" to see a collar hidden behind her. Something Mirellia snatched from Gunther's wares.
The creature flies off of her, landing in a bog puddle as the witcher stands. Lifting her mail and gambeson, she sees a mark on her shoulder, and knows instinctively that it'll turn into a nasty bruise, but there's no cuts or anything requiring medical attention. Heading back to the village hidden in the swampland, a collection of small gray huts raised over the water and connected by wooden walkways. Heading into the alderman's hut, she sees the old man look embarrassed and scratch his head as she asks for payment. "Well, about that... We don't really have any money."
“Not conclusive.” Danielle shook her head. “There’s more to it...I’d suggest detaining until you can launch a proper investigation.” She wasn’t quite sure how it all pieced together yet, but...something didn’t seem right. “House arrest or a closer investigation seems ideal to me.”
"There is, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to." Madeline takes a sealed envelope from her desk. "I'd appreciate it if you took this across town, to the elven quarter. There's an elf called Aelle, a friend of mine, who I wanted to send a message to."
“Sure, I'll bring it, I don't mind some more walking. I just need to know where in the elven quarter I need to go and what this Aelle looks like.” Varrin chose his words carefully so as to not hint he had seen anything he wasn't supposed to.
Verena raises an eyebrow and throws The Creatures Head across The wooden floor, before his Feet. "So let me get this straight: You Hire me and lie about The Payment? My Kind doesent work for free. Even we have to eat and pay our Bills from Time to Time. I suggest You compensate My Effort or we have a Big Problem here" She says with narrowed eyes. She didnt mind helping with Minor tasks for free from Time to Time, but this Assignment was a Big Difference.
