The elf yelps as she strikes him. "Ahh! Bloede Dhoinne! When I get out of here..." He stops himself. At first he doubles down on the lie, but eventually he admits. "Fine! Fine. The girl... We grabbed the girl because she was messing with certain people's interests in your world. We gave her to the king, to be a pleasure slave, but before we knew it she'd seduced him and gotten herself made into his chief bloede mistress! Damn dhoine whore." He spits.
Looking at her, he sees no sign of deception on her face, though it's hard to tell, given that her expression is rapt with torturous pleasure with the clamps on her breasrs and dildo in her cunt.
"Realy? Such scream from single strike? What they are teaching you in your elven army, everything relied on armor? Pathetic." Trista slap him again in the ass, when Varrin ask his question.
He nods. "That's good to hear, at least. If you're interested, one of the survivors is in town. She was selling some fish here, when the village was burned. Maybe you can get some sort of reward from her."
"You... actually might be telling a truth." Lutz turned to his employer, giving her a chance to decide if she was satisfied with interrogation or wanted it to continue.
'I did not disappear by choice,' Ard told her, 'And I am here to stay, I promise.' He took the sword and strapped it to his hip. The elf had turned into the vision of his grandfather in his best years, Evir'i remembering it well. He gave her another quick hug, before he turned and headed back down. He sought to find his cousin again, to ask about the horse.
Eileann meets him downstairs, and he sees a dark horse being loaded by several servants with the provisions he requested. "Good luck, Ard." His cousin nods. "And if you manage to rescue the king, well, don't forget who helped you out." She grins, the friendly part of her meshing with the scheming part.
"She's in the inn." He points to an oaken building with a sign hanging above the door, depicting a kraken or giant octopus. "I'd be drinking if I were her, too."
Yep, that's Madeline alright. Leave it to her to seduce a king. Varrin thought with amusement, happy to hear that his sister was alright and was doing well. Then he narrowed his eyes as he fully comprehended the elf's words. "So the attack in the forest wasn't a random occurance but something planned? Tell me, who was it that got you to kidnap her?” He demanded to know in a cold voice. Just what did you get yourself into, Maddie?
From one side, Lutz was fairly sure, that he had it right, from the other, he really did not want to be there if his liege found he made mistake. "Hmmm... But how can we be sure you are saying truth?" He wondered. His eyes wandered to the dildo, as he moved his hand over woman's ass.
The elf swears loudly as she strikes him again. "Why don't you try it?" He grits his teeth at her. "M-My lord, Eredin, leader of the Red Riders. What you call the Wild Hunt." He explains. "He gave the order. What exactly the girl did to get kidnapped, though, I have no idea."
Ard smiled at Eileann, and then went in for a heartfelt hug, he kissed her on the cheek, and spoke in her ear so only she could hear, 'Take care, Eileann, if this goes badly... hide Caranthir's armour and deny you ever saw me. Say I must have snuck in through the escape tunnel to steal the equipment. And take care of Evir'i.'
The elf inhales deeply as he caresses her ass. "It's the truth. I don't know how else I can prove it..."
Heading in, she sees that the place is packed, with people enjoying a midday drink before they have to finish their shifts. At the bar she sees the woman the merchant described, drinking heavily.
"Okay... so your sister is close to the king then." Mirellia said in a shocked tone, "Is that not good? If we can reach them. She can vouch for us. It might not be enough to return home, but it should be enough to get a roof over our heads."
