There was no time to pull out his sword, so Varrin left it stuck in the dead drowner and jumped back a step. As quickly as he could he took out two more daggers and attempted to block or deflect the second drowner's attacks with them.
Varrin barely has his daggers out in time to deflect a series of powerful swipes from the beast's claws. Ducking at the right moment, the creature is decapitated by Tristan's blade, head rolling across the stone floor, before the tunnel finally goes quiet.
"Maybe I have." He grins, as the priestess tries to speak, but only coughs.
Danielle bites her lip slightly as her impressive breasts are revealed, nodding and approaching the bed. Waldemar watches eagerly, beckoning for the two of them two come to him. He reaches out his arms to slide around their hips and pull them to him.
Gustav stands beside Trista, creating his own when shield, and it's a good decision. Isabella sends forth a powerful kinetic blast, knocking down the ceiling of the tunnel and opening up a hole into the vault, the rubble providing stepping stones to get up there. A moment later, there's a colossal explosion from within the vault, as one of its walls collapses. The bang is exceedingly loud, and would probably shatter their eardrums, if it wasn't for the fact that quen dulls incoming loud noises.
Waldemar returns the kiss passionately, raising his hands to cup a breast each, before she hears him gasp as the knife presses through skin and muscle. In a panic, the gangster goes to draw his own blade, but feels Danielle pinning down his arm. "I kinda liked you, but no one hits my husband and gets away with it, you bastard." Her voice is surprisingly fierce, given her previous attitude.
She begins to talk.
Isabella nods, hands flashing before her face changes to that of an elderly man. Varrin and Trista see that the entire group has had an illusion placed over their faces, making them look completely different to their regular selves. Heading up the rubble and into the vault, they see an elegantly adorned circular chamber, filled with coins, artwork and artifacts spread across the floor in neat rows. The opposite wall has been blown out entirely, the rubble from the blast scattered around the area and knocking down some of the treasure. Behind the destroyed wall is another underground tunnel, far more damaged than the one Trista and Varrin came through, so badly destroyed, in fact, that sunlight pours down from the broken roof.
Danielle pulls the straps of her dress back up, not having to bother with difficult laces. She shakes her head in a hurry. "No, not by a long shot!" Outside, Mirellia hears activity. "Listen, I'll go up and let Samuel in, the guards won't suspect me. You go down to the vault and keep other people from stealing our prize, okay?"
Guiding the boat, he reaches the shore of the town, where an old harbourmaster looks at her suspiciously. "A witcher, eh?"