The older witcher gives her a brief grin. "A wolf hunting another wolf? Appropriate." Gustav nods, and as Trista approaches, she finds that all three mounts are already saddled. "So, we're going after the woodsman?" Bogrid clambers onto his pony with a grunt. "You think this fellow could be the werewolf?"
Trista nod as she get in the saddle. "There is a lot clues against him, but I won't call him guilty until we found evidence. Last thing what I want is killing inocent men and making bad fame for witchers." As they ride, she rise eyebrown on Gustav horse. "Did you win horse in the Gwent last night? Or you rob one of these poor farmers?" She asked curios.
"Ma'am?" Danielle gave an inquisitive look, though she could take the guess this woman was probably the boss. It was doubtful she was still around to participate in the activities anyway. "My..." She swallowed. She had to look hesitant, and really, she was. "...you met my husband. Mage. Mostly keeps to himself. More focused on his work than alcohol or the girls? Well....we're....having issues repaying a debt and...after a lot of talk, we decided it might be best...if I ask about...working here." Danielle fidgeted a bit. Well, she lied a little, she wanted to keep her explanation mostly true. "I guess, my question is, if there's a job available?"
"Hah. I have been offering those lessons for years now." Mirellia replied to Ashton with a sigh. And as Gunther approached, "Thank you, though if I was wearing my armor, things would have gone much smoothly." She said as she looks at her dress, "Ah... yes, I suppose I will. But changing can wait until we make camp."
Gustav chuckles. "Not yet. No, I'm borrowing the horse from the innkeeper, until we've finished the job. After that, I'll have to share the saddle with you again." He grins.
The woman listens silently until Danielle's finished, and then gives the redhead an analytical look, standing up and walking around her. Satisfied, she returns to her seat. "Well, you have the looks, but those aren't enough. We're one of the best establishments in the north, perhaps the best. It's not enough for our employees to look the part, they have to act it as well. How are you in the sack?" The woman asks the rather invasive question as though she were asking for the time, in a completely businesslike manner.
Trista laught. "I don't know. Maybe I will invite Bogrid to me, insted of you? He look younger and weight less than barrel of beer." She joked, patting her horse mane. "Last night wolfs holve a lot. " She said.
Gunther nods, as the bodies are cleaned up, and the drivers return to their wagons. "We should be reaching Novigrad in a few days, provided we don't get attacked again on the way, so you'll have time to change before you enter the city."
"Mhm. Good, hopefully we don't suffer any more attacks from these squirrels." Mirellia said with a sigh, "I will be in my carriage." She added as she leaves Gunther, and once she sees Caster. "Good job, it seems you're as skilled with a crossbow as you said." She compliments her coachman, before entering her carriage.
Gustav rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I heard them. Sounds like the beast was out for blood last night, though whether it killed an animal or a human is a mystery." Heading out into the forest, down a rough path, the trio find themselves in front of a small wooden cabin, surrounded by torches, like the inn was, though being daytime, they aren't lit. In front of the cabin they see the woodsman, a middle aged man with a bald head and a muscular body, covered in scars. He cuts wood with an axe as the three of them approach, giving them a glance of acknowledgement, but otherwise ignoring them.
Caster flashes her a smile. "Indeed, ma'am. I've been practicing in my spare time." The convoy begins moving again. "So," the young man asks, "The intruder last night, you think it might have been a squirrel?" He uses the nickname for scoia'tael, as many humans do.
"Perhaps. Maybe it was a scouting party. And if it was, you are lucky to be alive." Mirellia replied, shuddering as the slit on her dress allowed her easier access to her crotch. Which still ached after earlier her denied orgasm.
Trista get off the horse and walk slowly to woodsman, showing her empty hands. "Good morning woodsmen. We are witchers and we want to ask you few question about attack of the beast last night. Can we talk?"
"Hmmm." Caster replies. "It just seems strange to me that there were no attacks leading to or from the camp. Even an elf can't be that stealthy, can they? Especially after they attacked me and raised the alarm. They must have had to run away quickly, and yet there are no footprints leading away from camp. There were a few...leading to your tent. But you didn't see anything, did you?"
"My... tent?" Mirellia's eyes widened momentarily, "No, I didn't hear anything. But I did see... a shadow. It seemed to be searching for something. I didn't bother to check, since it left almost immediately." She lied, as her strict demeanor momentarily broke. "Either way, we'll just need to be twice as careful in guarding the camp." She added in a dismissive tone.
Trista check her medalion if it signal of any magic activity, but she know it won't inform her someone don't use magic. "We were hired by locals to deal with monster what attack viliage and travelers. Do you seen that monster? Or maybe as you live in the forset, do you know about place where it could be lair of that monster? Cave, mine, some abonded hutt? " She ask him.
“Hello, mother, it's good to see you,” Varrin greeted his mother, trying – and failing - not to stare at the skimpy outfit she was wearing. “How are you today?” He asked politely as he made his way to the seat, his pants suddenly very tight again – he had not gotten any release after Madeline's earlier teasing and so Angelica's outfit was having an even stronger effect than it would normally.
Caster is silent for a few moments, before speaking in his regular friendly tone. "Of course, ma'am. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for anything amiss." He leaves her alone with her thoughts, the rolling of the carriage wheels and some bird calls the only sound she can hear. The next few days go without incident. The convoy doesn't have any more incidents with the elven bandits, and they make good time through the Redanian countryside. Mirellia has experienced her fantasies come with increased frequency, involving Gunther or her son, or on occasion both of them, and she finds herself thinking lewd thoughts about them more often than ever. Ashton surprised her by taking her up on her offer to train him in swordplay, and he seemed to be making an honest effort, though a few days aren't sufficient to turn him into a skilled swordsman. Finally, the convoy makes camp for the last time before they reach Novigrad. Setting up their tents on an easily defensible hill, Mirellia can see the city walls in the distance, only a day's ride away, and as the sun goes down, she sees it lit up by lights in windows, revealing its true grandeur and size, a true beacon amidst the wilds. As the noblewoman watches the city in the dark, she hears twigs rustling in the dark behind her, and instinctively turns, seeing her coachman approaching her. "Beautiful, isn't it, ma'am?"
"Well sounds like Youre more capable than everyone else in this Place. All right then....lead The Way Matthias" she smiles slightly.
