Ard raised an eyebrow, looking down, 'Help me return home? Intriguing, and how would you accomplish that? And I do not suspect you give out boons like that for nothing in return.'
Following the doppler into the back stage, but seeing the heavy guards, Mirellia figured she'll be needing to improvise a lot. And as they spot the magician, she takes a deep breath, as if she was nervous. "Thank you, I'm Mira." She replied, giving a false name, before looking around, making it seem like she's anxious, but in truth she was taking note of the guard's equipment. "And yes, I am to audition."
Verena finishes dressing up and puts her Sword on her back, returning to The Fishing Village to confront The Mysterious Elf.
Gustav let's out an almost bestial growl as she bites him, fucking her with even more power and intensity. "That's it, let everyone hear it!"
"There is a gift I can bestow which will guide your way." She speaks, her answer not answering much at all. "In return, I ask for an oath. Your solemn oath."
'An oath?' Ard rubbed his chin, 'What would this oath be? And no offense, not that I do not trust you but I do not make a habit of swearing oaths to disembodied voices in the wilderness.'
"Good, good!" She smiles, as Mirellia looks at the guards. Being gangsters first and foremost, they wield clubs meant more for beating down unruly patrons, though with enough force they could probably crack skulls, too. They wear no armour, three of the four actually going bare chested to show off their tattoos. The magician begins to talk about the job. "Most of what you'll do isn't hard, you know, getting into a box and that sort of thing, though you need to do it with a bit of panache." She gives a little twirl that makes her breasts jiggle. "See?"
Heading back, she avoids any attention from the drowners, but once inside the village, she's told that the elf left, apparently having given up after Verena told him no the first time.
Heading up, she breaks the surface of the water, and Ard fears that he's about to fall, for a moment. "An oath of chivalry, that you'll act with honour, courage and restraint in your travels." She looks deep into his eyes.
She sighs and nods. It was unfortunate but She had to move on. She requests a Boat, to make her way to The Nearest City to find Work.
Mirellia stared at her as she explained what she'll be doing, "P-panache. Alright, that's... doable." She said, while taking note of the guards' equipment. As long as they don't make a sound, my dagger should be enough. She thought to herself, before taking a deep breath, and doing a twirl of her own. Her masterful footwork adding a little bit of elegance, to her body's eroticism.
“Oh, yes, almost there...” Varrin thrust a few more times before pulling away. Pressing his back against the wall he took his hard cock in his hand and aimed it at his sister's tits. With a loud groan of release he started shooting his thick cum all over the tempting mounds of tit flesh, quickly painting them white. “You look so hot...” he complimented the sorceress as he finally finished cumming. Even he was surprised by the large quantity he had let out. I guess I was more pent up than I realized... Despite having shot a massive load Varrin's dick showed no signs of going soft any time soon.
Ard looked taken aback by the Lady's sudden emerging from the waters. The peasants weren't lying about her beauty, she was quite mesmerising. He smiled, 'You honour me by appearing before me in the flesh.' He stroked his chin, 'Chivalry? I am not knight of your world but I have always sought to conduct myself with dignity and some form of compassion, even if some of my comrades called me soft and a lover of weaklings for it. Very well, I will swear your oath.'
Matthias approaches, offering to lend her his boat. "The least I can do, after what happened before." He explains. Travelling through the waterways, they soon find themselves leaving one of the rivers and entering a small lake with an island in the centre. There's another river leading towards a town on the other side of the lake, but there's a dead rusalka on the shore, and voices coming from the island, which stimulate the witcher's ears, though she can choose to keep going if she doesn't want to investigate.
As she moves, all eyes are on her, the magician's evaluating, while the guards just look at her with lust. "Great!" Mirellia's target smiles. "I think you'll do a great job."
Isabella makes a show of wiping up some of his sees on her finger and licking it up. "Mmmh, delicious..." She grins, Varrin's seed slowly dripping off of her immense chest. From the room next to theirs, Varrin hears the sound of lewd moaning and the squeaking of bedsprings, and recognises the voice as Trista's. Isabella stands, grinning. "Sounds like our Witcher companion is having some fun. Willing to see if you can make me moan louder than her?"
"Then my gift is yours." She reaches out, handing him a black sphere. Looking at it, he identifies it as part of a staff that the Wild Hunt's navigators use to move between worlds. "This is broken, but it will lead you to its companion. In the greatest city in all the North, will you find your way home."
Ard took the sphere and stared at it for a moment, before he looked back at the Lady, 'I thank you, but this is quite unexpected. I do not suppose you would tell me where you got this?' 'And pardon my curiosity, but... what do you do here all day? When you are not fulfilling the requests of pilgrims,' Ard chuckled, 'You got some cozy home below there?' He pointed down below to the pond.
“I'll be happy to try, Issie...” Varrin grinned as well, his cock twitching in agreement. “Is there anything in particular you would like me to do?”
