Trista nod, ignoring females around. " Alright, I will take care of that. If there is alchemy in these villiage I could also made Moon dust, what could be useful too. "She said and stand up. " I won't interupt you any more, enjoy your time. " She go to stables for ingrediens.
'Neither was stepping in between the Scoia'tael and the dh'oine noble girl,' Ard said, 'The tales of those spectres have always fascinated me, I would like to see it for myself. Even if it might be my end.'
Heading out, Trista's keen ears know immediately that she's being followed. Gustav approaches her in the stables. "Is everything alright?"
"F-Fucking....ugh...slut." Ahston moans once more in his sleep, when Miriella hears another voice, this time outside the tent. "M-Ma'am?" Turning, the noble sees the blonde hair and youthful face of her coach driver. "W-What...?" He looks shocked.
Abigail nods, seemingly finding the logic acceptable. "My last encounter with the Hunt was less civil than I would have liked. I'll help you, on the condition that we see them together. Deal?"
Wait for an elven whore to finish with her current client, or go home and potentially have to deal with both Madeline and Isabella. Not much of a choice. “Sure, I'll wait.” Varrin agreed and took a seat.
"Mmh." Completely immersed with listening to her son's wet dream, Mirellia failed to notice the sound of approaching footsteps. Causing her eyes to widen in fear, and shock as she heard her coach man's familiar voice. "N-no." She gasped, What do I do! Think I can't... The sexy milf panicked, before deciding to simply knock Caster out. Sorry about this. She apologized in her head, as her fingers form the sign for Aard. Sending a shockwave towards him, that she hoped would simply render him unconscious, rather than doing any permanent damage. Knowing the Aard made a loud bang, Mirellia quickly ran towards her tent, while hurriedly avoiding any sentry.
'Less civil than you would have liked?' Ard chuckled, quite amused, 'Did you plan on having tea with them? I do not object to you coming with me to find them, but I have to warn you. I have been looking for many years, success might not come so quickly.'
A female attendant leads Varrin down a long hallway and into the lounge, a large circular room filled with couches, where a few human nobles wait, alongside a well dressed dwarf. As he passes by some of the hallway doors, Varrin hears strange sounds that he can't quite identify, a sort of whooshing that reminds him of the sounds portals make when mages conjure them into existence. Varrin is offered a drink as he waits, and after several minutes, he sees the blonde hair and cheeky grin of Aelle, dressed in an elegant blue gown. "Well, hello there." She grins, sitting down next to Varrin. "Did Maddie send you, or are you here to commune with someone?" She grins. "Or did I leave such an impression last night that you came here to ask me out?"
"Aah!" Caster goes reeling back, slumping to the ground, unconscious. Rushing back to her tent, Mirellia is able to remain unseen. Her assault was not without consequence, however, as she hears the whole camp begin to stir into action, running and shouting as they find the unconscious coach driver, and search for an intruder that doesn't exist. The noblewoman hears the flap to her tent open, as Gunther and Ashton rush in, blades in hand, catching Mirellia in her lingerie. "Mother, are you all ri-, ooh." Ashton looks at her with poorly disguised interest for a few moments, before following Gunther's lead and averting his eyes from her scantily clad form. The elder merchant apologises. "Forgive us, my dear, an intruder assaulted your coach driver, so we came to check on you."
Abigail grins. "You didn't have me with you back then. So, now that that's settled, shall we return? I need to pack if we're heading for Vizima, and besides, wouldn't want the girl to think that we'd eloped. She'd be heartbroken." The herbalist gives a light chuckle.
Heading back to her tent, Mirellia immediately removes the collar, hiding it deep inside her luggage. And as she heard the camp stir awake, she was just about to put on her dress. Until she saw her son, and father in law enter. The sexy milf blushes, using her arms to cover her breast, and crotch. "W-what!" She acted surprised, "How is he? And is there any information on the attacker?" She asked, while putting on her strict demeanor. But if they looked at her crotch, they'll be able to see a clear liquid running down from her pussy, onto the tops of her stockings.
'We probably should,' Ard nodded, 'And I should put up a tent, I do not think your little hut has room for four to sleep.' Ard walked back towards the hut and the horses, planning to set up a tent at least for himself.
Trista unpack sadle, to get ingrediens for the oil. "Yes, yes don't mind." She said and begins prepering oil. As she noticed that Gustav don't leave, she sigh and turn to him. "Look, It isn't that I don't like having fun and get jealous because of other females. No, I like both things, sometimes I spend night on drinking race with dwarfs and skelige people and for secend day I have big headage, dressed only in towel on the top of the watchtower. " She said smile to memories. " But I have the rule, to do fun after work is done, not before. I like to have clear mind and all possible preparation before hunt, to max my chance for win. "
Varrin chuckled. “Hello, Aelle, nice to properly meet you at last.” He greeted the elf as he checked her out. “While you certainly left an impression the reason I'm here is because Maddie asked me to deliver a letter.” He took out the envelope and handed it to her.
"He's fine." Gunther answers. "He was knocked out by some sort of magic. It gave him a concussion, and he's lost his memory of the assault and a few minutes beforehand, but the physician says that there's no lasting damage. Hopefully he remembers who attacked him, though the physician said there's no guarantee that he will." Still averting his eyes, but peeking ocassionally, Ashton says "Mother, I don't think it's safe for you to sleep alone. Perhaps I should spend the night in this tent with you?"
"I see, hopefully he will fully recover." Mirellia said in a stern tone, while still covering herself with her arms. And as Ashton gave his suggestion, she shuddered. Recalling his naughty dream, "That... that sounds plausible, but you will need to have your bed roll brought here." She replied, "Now if that's everything, I'd like to prepare to rest."
"Good idea. It's quite late, so any travel, we'll save for tomorrow. Good night, Ard." Abigail heads off to her own hut, whilst the witcher and the noblewoman set up their own tent, with Ard's positioned not so far away. As the elf lays down and begins to get comfortable, he sees the flap to his tent shift open, and Estelle stride inside. "Hey, there." She has a blush on her face, looking into his eyes deeply. "I, uh, I wanted to apologise for before, when I was under the influence of that powder."
Gustav nods. "I understand. Sorry, I'll try to be more professional." The older witcher kneels down and begins to help her with the oil, the fact that both of them are experienced making the process faster. "So, what else do you do for fun?" He smirks.
"Oh? How disappointing." She chuckles, taking the letter and reading it. "Thank you for bringing this, Varrin." She hands him a purple gemstone. "That's for Maddie and Isabella. Once you give them that, you're a free man once more."
