Not minding the prostitute, Mirellia leads Ashton to her carriage. Telling Caster in a much more strict than usual tone to head to Gunther's estate. Giving him the directions the old man gave her.
Trista doesn't need her witcher senses to realise that this door wasn't destroyed by a person, so much as it rotted away and collapsed many years ago.
“I'm no witcher, but I will do what I can to help.” Varrin assured his sister as he mounted his horse and waited for Isabella to lead the way. He listened in silence, quite enjoying the banter between his sisters.
"Good." Lutz paused. "You can have fun with her after we captured and secured her - after I'm done with her, there will be little to take pleasure of." Lutz answered as the duo continued their travel.
Trista smile and nod the rest of the team. "Alright, let's block that way out too. I think they are right now waiting for our attack, before they realise what we do, we will managed to deal with innkeeper." She said and begins work with rest of them.
"I see..." She sighs. "The hunt again, Abigail?" Corrine nods. "I may be able to hep you, yes, as long as you're aware that you could get hurt."
Nodding professionally, Caster begins driving the carriage, as Ashton settles in next to his mother. "So, you'll teach me some fencing?" It isn't long before they arrive in front of a large house, smaller than Gunther's mansion, but still larger than Wendel's home, a fact that irritates the noblewoman somewhat.
'Of course,' Ard nodded, 'You do not go after them expecting a picnic with wine and cake. We will be careful.'
"Speaking of spreading legs, how have you been, brother?" Isabella looks to Varrin as they ride out of town. "I hear some girl's father chased you out of their house. Apparently he's been talking of revenge." They enter into a pleasant wooded area.
Verena helps him stand "You got taken out by People You shouldn't have met. Consider Yourself lucky that I could persuade them to let You life. Not many can say they survived a Encounter with them. And by the way, You owe Me now big Time"
"Indeed. And as usual, if you manage to disarm me, I will give you a reward." Mirellia replied with a nod, and as they reached their destination. Seeing Gunther's home further caused her to despise her husband's gamling addiction. The sexy milf orders Caster to bring her luggage to her room, as she walks toward the courtyard to see how big the training ground can be.
“I’m wondering about someone specific. I’m told there’s a certain....gangster who tends to stop by now and then. I always loved the bad boys.” Making an excuse to disguise her motives, she glanced at him curiously. “How often does he come by?”
"I see..." The dwarf nods. "I suppose that makes sense. Thanks." The conversation dies down quickly after that. The duo find themselves on the road for several days, as they cross the border into the Kingdom of Temeria. After more days of travel, leaving the torturer dull and aching with saddle sores, they arrive at the gates of Vizima, Temeria's capital. "We'll stop at the market, get some supplies. Don't want to starve to death on our way to Novigrad, do we?"
Varrin grimaced. “I hope he'll be reasonable and not do anything stupid. It's not my fault that his 'little girl' is not as innocent as he wants to think.” The girl in question had been flirting with four men – him included – and one girl. Varrin's attempts at seduction had been the most successful ones, but not without the young lady's implicit help. “So, could you tell me more about the beast we're after?” Varrin asked as they entered the woods. He started looking around, alert for any sort of danger even though they seemed fine so far.
It takes a little longer to block this entrance, due to it being wider, but there are still more than enough stones to ensure that no one can get in or out. Gustav wipes some sweat from his brow. "Let's hope there's no other way out of there. I don't want to miss out on the innkeeper's cash."
"Fine. One of you will owe me, after this, though. Dreaming of the hunt isn't exactly pleasant." She grumbles, before gesturing to a bottle on a desk. "Pour me a glass of that sleeping draught, will you?" Taking a sip, Corinne quickly drops back onto the bed, unconscious. As Ard watches, he sees the woman twitch and spasm, gripping the sheets tightly as though she's having some sort of episode. After several minutes, she bolts up, covered in sweat. "T-The s-swamps... They were in... in the swamps outside Vizima...."
Trista drink gulp of vodka and give it to dwarf. "Yes, me too. So, now we deal with bandits, let's take innkeeper out. Any ideas?" She asked as they looking around for third passage.
Ashton fails to disguise a lustful look as she mentions a reward, as the servants bow obediently and take up her luggage. Heading through to the courtyard, Mirellia sees that it's quite a large space. There's a fountain in the centre, and hedges and benches along the rim of the area, but for the most part it's open, and useful for training. As she looks around, however, she's surprised by her son, who rushes up behind her, slipping an arm around her neck and reaching for her sword. "You said there was a prize for winning right?" Ashton smirks. "Grandfather always told me to be ruthless in getting what you want in life." His hand slips down to her hip, headed to the hilt of gwyhyr.
Ard fetched a cup of water for the dream sorceress, sitting down on the bed next to her. When she woke up, Ard offered her the cup, 'Are you alright? Here, have some water.' He let her calm down a little, 'The swamps? Hmm, it is a start, though I would wager they are long gone by the time we manage to get there. Thank you, Corinne. What do we owe you?'
