Verena turns to Matthias. "Find something Heavy like a Stone or something and bring it here will You?"
“And keep an eye out for any danger. The sounds of the battle might attract something – or someone. We don't want to win against the leshy only to get blindsided by something else.” Varrin added to his sister's instructions, now completely serious and focused on the task at hand.
"You've no idea." Abigail smirks, before Corinne answers. "No, she didn't look like that. Her hair was red, I believe."
Heading out onto the streets, she finds Gynnie in a boarding house far less elegant than the brothel she was just in. The elf smiles as she opens her door, inviting Danielle into a small bedroom. "Hey, there. How're things?" She inquires curiously.
'A redheaded witcher?' Ard said, 'Should be distinctive enough to recognise.' He looked out of the window again, 'What should we do with the two of them?'
"Of course, mother." Ashton supresses a grin, as Mirellia's dress begins to slowly rip. He makes a few more wide attacks, forcing his mother to move violently to defend, and with a loud tearing noise, the dress comes undone, her massive chest bursting through the fabric, covered only by her lingerie. Ashton capitalises on his mother's distraction. He throws his sword at her, and though Mirellia can easily bat it away with Gwyhyr, she's unprepared for the sight of Ashton rushing at her. The pudgy boy uses his body weight to his advantage, pressing himself against her and forcing her to the ground. He doesn't make his previous mistake, straddling her and holding both of her wrists in place. Mirellia feels his hard on pressing against her stomach as he holds her down. "Well, mother?" He grins.
Looking around, Matthias returns holding a stone bust of some old elf. It looks fairly heavy. "How about this?"
Madeline nods. "Yeah, I'll call out if I see anything, so you don't get taken off guard." Isabella grins. "Common sense? Tactics? Who are you, and what did you do to my brother?" She jokes at his expense, but judging from the look in her eye, Varrin thinks he's earned some measure of respect with Isabella for his forethought.
Abigail shrugs. "You said you didn't want to kill them. Maybe we ignore them and see if they keep following us? Or we confront them and try to scare them off? We could maybe lure them into an alley and-" she makes a throat slitting gesture, "-as well. Two bodies would be far from an uncommon sight around here. Or we could knock them out, if you prefer."
"Alright, and for you Ignazy, signal it will be candle in my room. When light will be down, It mean you can begin." She said location of her room and if nothing left to discuss, they head back to the inn.
'Maybe we should try to lose them while heading out to the swamps,' Ard said, 'If they are insistent there... nobody would bat an eye if something bad happened to them in the swamps.' He looked to Corinne, 'Thanks for everything, Corinne. We will be leaving now. Does this place happen to have a exit to the back?'
Together, Gustav and Trista enter the inn. "Any progress?" The innkeeper asks, wiping down the bar. Trista sees the women from before sitting at the tables, chatting with some armoured men in Kaedweni uniforms.
Trista shake her head. "Not too much. We check few caves, but except wolves and spiders we found no track of werewolf." She said wondering if that Kaedwen soldiers are the same one, what they fight with it.
"Good....place it on The Plinth immediately when I pull the Dagger away...." She gives him Time to ready himself and then pulls The Dagger away from it.
“Well...” Danielle runs by the situation, explaining what she could. “I’m sure a vault would have plenty of treasure for the taking, if you were interested.”
"Good idea." Abigail nods. Corinne sits up and shakes her head. "No, but you can open the back window and drop out that way. The fall isn't high."
The woman nods, cleaning some mugs. "Maybe you witchers aren't all you're cracked up to be, eh?" She gives a sardonic laugh, before shrugging. "Keep me appraised." She says as way of dismissal.
(What does this remind me of? ) Pulling away the dagger, she sees the pressure plate about to activate, only to be stopped by Matthias quickly putting down the bust. Examining the dagger, she sees to her disappointment that it's not made entirely of gold, but has only been coated in it. Nonetheless, it should fetch a good price in any city, she judges. There's some ancient writing inscribed along the blade, but she finds herself unable to read it."
"Indeed." The elf is silent for a few moments, contemplating. "Okay, I'm in. You need a bow, or someone good at getting in and out of places unseen, or someone skilled at tracking, I'm your girl. I can improvise if you need something else, too, I guess."
