The elf pointing it out, it occurred to Danielle. She wasn't sure if he did, but introducing the possibility would leave room for doubt. "It's...possible." A little more determined to see this through to a non violent resolution, she got in the way again to properly face the boy. She supposed that he didn't really look much older than her own son, which is why she was so determined on helping him even if his actual sense of morals were questionable. "I'm the only person who might still be able to help right you now. If you lied, I need you to tell me the truth so I can help you. This might be your last chance too. Whatever you did, it's not worth covering up if you're facing execution to do it."
Trista think about what he heard before and collected all in theory. "It look like werewolf is responsible for attack, description of the wittness are united here. From what you say, It look like he posses ability to transform himself into human, that happen sometimes." She said wondering if it is today full moon. "Gustav mention about woodmen in the forest. It doesn't proof anything, but I think we should talk to him." Trita think for a moment about that. "Okey, let's see what Gustav get know about our target."
“Alright, I should be able to find her without any trouble, so I'll go deliver your letter right away. See you later, sis.” Varrin, having caught his breath while talking to Madeline, left his sister's room and headed toward the elven quarter in search of Aelle.
'So it was of the past,' Ard said, 'Must have been quite the night.' He looked at her, a smile coming to his lips, 'You do? And who would that be?'
The wind blows coldly against Mirellia's exposed flesh, but her lust burns too intensely for her to care. Touching her pussy through her skimpy panties, the noblewoman is consumed by her own desire, until a word from her son's tent breaks through to her. "M-Mother..." She hears Ashton give a slight moan.
"Mmmhm." Haaahn. I-I can't believe I'm actually doing this, aaahn, r-right outside my son's tent. Mirellia muffled a moan, as she thought to herself. While her skillful fingers teased her drenched pussy, using her thumb to press on her clit, while her index and middle fingers tease her slit. The sexy milf felt her arousal rise, but, as she heard Ashton's voice call out to her. She froze. N-no, did, did he notice me? She thought to herself, gulping as she planned on running away. Until, she realized, he was either dreaming... or masturbating about her. A thought that should disgust a normal mother, but for Mirellia. "Mmhm." He... he's thinking about me. She shuddered, as her fingers pull her soaked panties to the side, so that they could slide inside her drenched hole. I-I wonder what he's thinking about. The sexy milf listened in, as she continued touching herself.
The sorcerer looks between Danielle and the knight, and for a moment seems like he's going to make a break for it, but nods, realising that the enchantress is his best shot. "I-uh... You were right. I did a job for the woman, a member of the Order of the Flaming Rose. She had me sabotage one of her rivals, a witch hunter, but when I came back to ask for payment, she claimed I'd left the job half done and had her men throw me out." He spits on the ground in disdain. "I-uh, well... I didn't take well to this, so I broke into her place later that night, to take some of her valuables. Only, when I got there, the witch hunter's thugs had broken in before me, to get payback on my client. I used some fire magic to defend myself against them, but they overpowered me, and then set the poor woman on fire, and tried to leave me there to make it look like I was the killer. I managed to get away, though, and escaped out the window." The knight approaches Danielle. "He seems truthful to me, though he might just be a good liar. You believe him?"
As Trista approaches, she sees Gustav is still flirting with the women at the table, lightly touching the hand of the most attractive one. As the witcher approaches, Gustav turns. "Ah, Trista! I was just having a chat with the ladies here. Fortunately, they weren't attacked by the beast."
“Thar sounds a lot more like the truth to me.” She gave agreement to the soccercer’a story. It did leave a entirely situation out for the knight’s too deal with, but she’d let them sort it out. She still had plans of her own, after all. “I’m sure if you take the time, you can verify his story.”
Trista put fake smile on her face, tried her best to not show how anoyed she is for Gustav for wasting their time. "That is good to hear. I'm so glad they weren't eated alive by monster what rip off limbs, break bones and bite of pretty faces. Yes, It is refiel for all of us." She said with cold tone, descripe with detail what monster do to human body, what in most cause it is enought to scare off most people. She take a sit before Gustav. "Do you learn anything usefull? From what collected it look like for werewolf, single one, probably hidding as one of viliagers."
Heading to the other end of town, Varrin eventually finds himself in the elven quarter, a rundown ghetto situated against the edge of the town wall. Heading through the sprawling streets and alleyways, he notes that though the elves are sequestered in an unpleasant area of ugly buildings, they make the most of it, keeping the streets clean and pleasant to walk through. Still, though, despite the pleasant nature of the streets, the elves on them look at the nobleman with hostility and suspicion, clearly wondering if he's come to try and do them harm. Some of the more athletic looking elves even look as though they want him to try. Madeline's address leads Varrin into an alleyway and down a flight of stairs. Knocking on an oaken door at the bottom, it opens before him, and he finds himself in a pleasant waiting room lined with couches occupied by a few wealthy looking humans, whilst an elf woman stands behind a counter. "Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Tor'viel's Kiss."
"It was, in more ways than one." Abigail speaks in a monotone, as if she's somewhere else entirely. "An oneiromancer. I'm not sure where she is, but I think I could find out, in Vizima."
'Well, I do not want you take you from your home for my own purposes. If you would tell me her name I might be able to find her myself,' Ard asked the red-haired witch.
The knight nods, gesturing for the sorcerer to come with him. "Very well. If he speaks the truth, then though he is a criminal, there are true murderers who need punishment. I might be able to let him off easy in exchange for his aid." He turns to Danielle. "You've done me a service, lady. If you require aid, feel free to come to the chapter house of the Order of the Flaming Rose. We've little patience for magic users usually, but you've helped us, so we will help you. Ask for Sir Werner Von Schaunbrig." Whistling, Werner's warhorse comes trotting up the road, and with some prodding, gets the young sorcerer into the saddle with him.
Listening in, Mirellia determines that the young man is asleep, his moans mixing in with light snores. "M-Mother...Dirty whore...So big...Yes, like that..." From the sound of things, he's having a rather vivid wet dream, with herself in the starring role.
Varrin made sure not to provoke any of the elves – he was not there to pick a fight with some random elf. Upon finding the address the young man raised an eyebrow. Did Madeline send me to a brothel? Then again, that really should not surprise me, I guess... “Good afternoon, miss. I'm looking for Aelle. Is she here?” He asked the woman behind the counter, not yet mentioning the reason he was there.
The women go white, and Gustav makes an irritated expression. "Not much more than you. No one got a great look at it, but it had fur and walked on four legs. With what you've told me, a werewolf seems likely. I have a few ingredients in my pack that could be useful to make blade oils effective against wolves."
Abigail is quiet for a moment. "Why exactly do you seek the hunt? It's not a particularly safe goal." The herbalist dodges Ard's inquiry.
"Haahn." W-whore, he... he's treating me like a whore in his dreams. Thinking that, Mirellia shuddered. Her needy body was already close to orgasm, and at the thought of being her son's whore. The sexy milf pinches her clit, pushing her over the edge as she squirts all over her son's luggage. Yet, she continues playing with herself, as her lust was far from quenched.
The woman behind the counter shakes her head. "Indeed, sir. She's currently with a client right now, but if you'd be willing to wait in the lounge, I'm sure she'll be free to see you soon. Prices are negotiated with each worker before your session, based on your personal requirements. "I'll have to ask that you leave any weapons on your person here. They'll be returned when you leave."
