"Sure thing, bro." Madeline leaves the room to go see Isabella, possibly stopping on the way to get dressed. In the kitchen, he finds a basket filled with some of his favourite foods, with a note attached, which reads in his mother's handwriting: Isabella said she's taking you with her today, so I thought you'd like some food. There's enough for breakfast and lunch, and a few snacks to share with the girls. I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoyed your meal last night. Varrin quickly finds a brigandine he's used before, that fits him perfectly, and is still in good condition.
A-ashton, could that voyeur be... She gulped, "I see, I'll let him know I'm fine then." Mirellia said, before listening to him again, "Ah, I don't mind. I doubt we'll be staying here for long. I will wait for you there then... After speaking to Ashton." She said, bidding the old man farewell. Before looking for her son.
The two attackers go reeling back, leaving the young woman defenceless as Trista's sword lops off her arm, her leather clothing doing nothing to stop a blow from a physically enhanced witcher. The young woman falls over, clutching the stump, as Gustav uses aard at the fire to set several of the bandits alight. Most of the bandits begin to run in terror, either out into the woods, or through a door into the underground section of the ruins. The one bandit who doesn't run, however, is the old man, whose mace hits Trista in the back, sending pain reeling through her body, and making her fall onto her hands and knees. Using her senses, she can hear the man above her, raising his mace to crush her skull, while Ignazy, Bogrid and Gustav are still to far away to help.
She nods. "You can go. Take what supplies you need, and some time to rest if you must." The noble stands. "Time for me to get back to the party." She crosses the room and walks through the main doors, heading out into the foyer, where Lutz hears cheering and laughing, before the doors close shut behind her, leaving the torturer alone in the room with the troll, who picks his ear idly, while trying to decide if Lutz would make a tasty meal.
Trista gasp, losing air in her breath from the hit. If not her plate armor, she would be broken in half. Throught pain, she managed to see treat coming for her. She was too confussed to rely on the sign right now, so she roll herself from the hit to dodge it and usying all strengh what left in her, she stab eldery men in the groin by her sword.
Gunther nods and smiles, going back to his work. Looking around a bit, she finds Ashton on the upper floor, speaking with a buxom woman of about Mirellia's age. The young man leans in to say something which sends the prostitute into a fit of giggles, as her hand flirtily brushes his arm. Turning, he sees Mirellia and smiles. "Ah, mother! I was looking for you! I was asking pretty much everyone in the building."
The mace cracks the ancient stone of the floor as the man slams it down just a few centimetres from Trista's head. Though clearly a skilled combatant, though, the old man is simply too old to be fighting a witcher, and can't block fast enough as Trista counterattacks. Her sword slices through him, and he collapses, quickly bleeding out. Gustav and Bogrid gently help Trista to her feet, as she recovers from the blow of the mace. Looking around, she sees that all the remaining bandits have either run into the woods, or fled to the underground section.
As she leaves, Lutz allowed his eyes to wander behind her silhouette. After she left, Lutz moved to the exit, his eyes on the creature, before leaving. First he went to prepare the supplies, then went to pick up the dwarf, before finally departing.
Lutz sees a rough looking dwarf waiting for him. "You the one headed to Novigrad, then? Alright, lad, let's go. The boss don't like it when people are late."
Trista split blood on the groud, she bite her check as she fall. "Thanks guys. We need to push then on, before they collected themself to stand against us. But be carefool, there is a lot traps and hidden spots in the ruins." She look at underground section. "But we can also blow down entrence and lock them away from the escape. That would spare for us, blood and time, of course if we know there is no another entrence." She said.
Thank you, Angelica. Varrin gave silent thanks to his mother. He tried and barely succeeded not to think about what they had dome after the meal – now really wasn't the time. He took the basket and went to put on some armor. Finding a brigandine he had used previously Varrin put it on, made sure he had all of his weapons, and headed for the stables to find his sisters. (I have something to take care of, so my replies will be slow for a while.)
Spotting her son speaking to a prostitute, Mirellia raises an eyebrow. Well, it isn't that awkward for a noble to bed a few whores. But, he seems to like mature women more... Thinking that, the sexy milf recalls how Ashton had already fucked her. But, as her son called out to her. "Yes, what is it you need? It's surprising that you're the one looking for me for a change."
Lutz merely nodded. After making sure that the supplies and his tools were packed, he and dwarf travelled to their destination.
Abigail leads the elf out onto the streets of Vizima, and Ard can't help but note that the place is filthy, covered in muck and dirt. As they arrive at a bustling marketplace, however, he notes that the area is better than most other places in the city. "Alright, we're close, I think. I just have to remember which building it was." As Ard passes by stalls and shops selling everything from weapons, to food, to alchemy ingredients, he notes two humans following them at a distance.
Heading down, he sees Madeline, dressed in a hunting doublet, and tight leather pants, while Isabella stands within the stable building. He sees his elder sister facing away from him, standing nude, as different clothes materialise and disappear around her curvy form, the sorceress electing not to buy physical clothes, but conjure magical ones. Finally, Isabella decides on a tight dress and turns to face her brother. "I see you finally got your sorry ass out of bed, Varrin." (Don't worry, go at whatever pace you want.)
Ard tried to keep aware of the men's position but he didn't do anything for now, quietly talking with Abigail, 'Take your time.'
Gustav nods. "Well, there's two of us who can use aard, and two of us with axes, so it's your choice." Trista sees that down the stairs is a solid oaken door, reinforced in places by iron.
Mounting a horse, while the dwarf mounts a pony, the two make their way North, out of Cintra. Lutz knows that there's a good distance between his country, and the city of Novigrad, so the trip will likely take a while. The two ride in silence for a few hours, unless Lutz chooses to speak. After a while, he hears the dwarf pipe up. "So, uh, what sort of information you lookin' fer' from this inquisition bitch? Anything my boss might find juicy?"
"Oh, I didn't need anything." He shakes his head. "You just disappeared for a little while, so I worried. You know, that someone had tried something improper. This is a brothel after all, and you're a beautiful woman. Who knows what the clientele here might do?"
Trista look at the door and made decition. "Let's block their way out. Dwarf, we will need you expert skills in that, but I'm sure under you leadership we will soon finish the work. Later, we will look for possible other way out." She said and get to work with stone, Ard and axes,
