As he approaches, some slaves in the front garden back away and give him space, not recognising him with the helmet on. Knocking on the door, it only takes a few moments for Evir'i to open it. "Hell- oh." She curties respectfully, allowing him a good look at her cleavage. "Hello, sir. Shall I fetch the mistress?" She doesn't need to inquire who he is or why he's here, giving him the respect due to a member of the Dearg Ruadhri. Though she's highly professional, Ard knows his old servant well enough to recognise a hint of emotion on her face as she sees the armour of the Hunt - a mix of fear and hope, as though she worries about him giving her bad news, but also longs for good news.
Looking down at them, she sees that they're not really searching the area itself, but are using their position atop a hill to look out at the surrounding area. They call out a name, and Trista recognises it: Caranthir, the name that Ard called the Wild Hunt member that the group killed. The huntsman call out the name several times, seemingly trying to find Caranthir.
"S-Shut up, you...ungh!" She cries out as he starts fingering her, her juices wetting his digits. "Y-You wish, b-bastard."
"Indeed." Lutz said as he attached weight to each clamp, making elf's breasts heavier. "I do wish for it, every time I start the interrogation." He said as he gave a light slap to woman's breast, making the weight swing. "Sometimes, I do. Which is fun - for as long as it lasts. Unfortunately, good things come to the end." He sighed. "Unfortunately, women attracted to me are either freaky - and are hard to find. Or are attracted to me after I broke them." He started fingering the woman again. "You wouldn't have any, dating advice, would you?"
'Yes, I have business with her, not to be discussed out on the streets,' Ard told the head servant, not quite revealing his identity yet. It may be enlightening what they talk about to 'Caranthir'.
"Go t-to hell." She moans out as he attaches the weights, cunt slick enough to offer no resistance to his fingers. "Maybe i-if you weren't a freak, you wouldn't attract freaks..." She can't help but let out yet another moan.
Trista give signal to companions, to waiting. They shouldn't risk getting discovered. "They are looking for Caranthir."
"Of course, sir." Evir'i inclines her head. Ard doesn't think she recognises his voice, given the distortion of the helmet. "Um, you haven't..." She asks nervously as she leads him into the entry hall. "Haven't had news about...nevermind." She shakes her head. "Forgive my impertinence. I'll go get the mistress." She hurries up the stairs. Another maid comes out, one Ard vaguely recognises, offering drinks, as he waits for a few minutes. Finally, he hears a door open upstairs, and he sees his younger cousin descending down the stairs towards him. "Ah, what an honour to have a Red Rider in my home." She approaches with a smile. "How may I help you?"
Ard looked at her through Caranthir's helmet, 'Things have been set in motion and your house still holds some minor power. Ask yourself... who are you loyal to? Auberon? You wouldn't want to be on the losing side, now would you?'
"They seem to be searching for Caranthir," Varrin whispered, "Apparently him not coming back was noticed by someone, but clearly they have no idea what happened to him." He paused as he considered their options. "I'm not sure if it is better to let them get away and report that Caranthir has disappeared, or if it would be better to kill them and hope no one notices they are gone... both options might attract unwanted attention."
"Our mage take his armor, so better give him more time. We have to take them down. Gustav, block the enter, we can't let them escape" Trista said and take her sword and slowly move, to attack riders to kill on the left.
"Oh? Does that mean I have chances with you?" Lutz chuckled. "Look at that." He moved his fingers a few times, elf's pussy gripping his digits once they were inside. "So wide open with an invitation, yet so eager to grab and hold once something feels that hole of yours." He removed his fingers. Lutz grabbed a slick steel dildo with bumps - it would easily fit inside the elf's pussy. It had a ring at its base. Lutz attached a steel a Y shaped chain to the dildo's ring, then attached two shorter ends under the weights that were hanging from the elf's nipples. "Now, that is quite heavy, so you better hold it tight. Otherwise, it might rip your nipples off." Lutz said with a cheer. He lied - if she let go of the dildo, she would not experience permanent damage. But it would still be painful. With that said, Lutz slid the dildo inside the woman's pussy.
"Right, the last thing we need is getting the hunts attention." Mirellia nods, "Hopefully there aren't any of them close by." She added as she prepares to attack with her allies.
"Alright, I guess we will be killing them..." Varrin prepared to attack the pair together with his companions. He took a quick look at Isabella to see how she was doing.
There's a flash of pure anger across his cousin's face as he calls her house 'minor', but she recovers quickly, smiling. "Perhaps... It would be better to speak of such things elsewhere?" She turns and leads him into her office (Ard's office, technically). Sitting down at her desk, she gestures for 'Caranthir' to sit. "What's your offer?" She looks pointedly at him, the pleasant attitude gone. "You wouldn't have come here if you weren't going to make one. Out with it."
Gustav nods and slips away to go down the path they came from and cut off their escape route. Even for a witcher, he's remarkably stealthy. Isabella nods to show that she's recovered a little. "I can't do any offensive spells like this, but I'll muffle any noises in this area, so no one hears you killing them." She whispers. The two hunters continue to call Caranthir's name, before they shake their heads, grumbling in irritation.
"A-As i-ahh!" She lets out another moan as the dildo enters her, juices running down her leg. The blonde blushes as the tightness of her pussy, coupled with her pressing her thighs together, keeps the dildo in her pussy.
Ard wasn't quite expecting her to go straight to negotiations, he had to make something up. He chuckled under the helmet, 'I better stand, I wouldn't want to ruin your furniture.' He looked at her intently, trying to read the emotions on her face, though she couldn't really see where he was looking in the helmet, 'What do I offer? If you stand aside and don't help the king, the continued existence of your house perhaps. If you are more... ambitious and aid us. How does becoming the wife of the new king's right-hand-man sound to you?'
Trista nod to Varrin and Mirallia to attack ridder on the left, when she take one on the right. She take her sword by blade and using handpiece like mace, she attack rider in the head to knock him down, even with helm protection, he must feel strike.
