Trista ignored comments of woman and nod to Gustav, to go back to their room. When she lock the doors behind them, she sigh. "So, now we have only to waiting for night. Wanna play Gwent?" She asked, sitting on her bed and pulling out her cards.
Varrin returned the grin. “So, are we ready to proceed, or do we need to make any further preparations first?”
'Thanks, maybe we will meet again, until then fare well,' Ard nodded and went to the window looking out over the back of the house. Opening it and dropping down, Ard turned and looked up to the window, waiting for Abigail to follow and ready to catch her.
Hearing the sound of fabric ripping, and the fact that the cold air could touch her bare skin. Mirellia was indeed surprised, as she stood in front of her son, wearing nothing but her black lingerie. And thanks to her earlier "exercise," Ashton would notice that her panties were quite wet. "Ghh!" Groaning as she's pinned to the ground, her eyes widening as she felt her son's erection press against her. Mirellia blushes slightly, "Crude. But, you did manage to disarm me. Very well, you pass." She replied, "Now get off of me."
She sighs, putting The Dagger under her belt. "Well it's better than nothing. Let's go back to The Village before it gets Dark. That was enough excitement for one Day, and I'm not in The mood to save You again" she walks past him and upstairs to The Surface.
(Really can’t think of much to add here.) “Good. Stop by the brothel later and my husband can fill you in on the details. We won’t be heading off for a while still, so you have time to prepare.”
Gustav takes a seat next to her. "Sure, I guess. I can think of a much better way for us to pass the time, though." He looks her up and down, grinning lasciviously.
Isabella shakes her head. "No, I've prepared myself to use magic, so if you've worked up your courage, we can go."
The elf lands softly in a small herb garden, trampling a few plants as he lands. Abigail follows soon after, landing neatly in his arms. "What a gentleman." She chuckles.
Ashton makes no move, continuing to pin Miriella down. "Wait. What's my reward?" His expression is neutral, but she can see a devilish glint in his eye.
Trista roll her eyes. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not willing to take my armor off, in time of mission. Remeber, we have to deal with thiefs and thugs here, so I would prefer to not be forced to fight with bare ass." She said grinding as shuffling cards. "But I'm not stoping you from giving to me few complements, big boy. Show me your seducing skills."
"No need to tell me twice." Together, the pair leaves the ruins, headed back towards the shore. As she walks by a pond, however, Verena narrowly dodges out of the way of a slimy globule that flies through the air past her head. The acidic mess hits a tree nearby, sizzling as it burns through the bark. Looking where it came from, she sees the disgusting, hunchbacked form of a water hag.
"Alright, then. I'll see you later." Gynnie nods. "Thanks for the job." As the milf walks back towards the brothel, she hears the sounds of a disturbance, and sees a market stall collapse onto its side as someone collides with it at speed.
"Matthias Stay back" Verena draws her Sword as She leaps forward and engages The Creature, waiting for its next attack to dodge and cut its tongue off.
The sudden commotion, grabs her attention, making her jump a little startled, unfortunately, with the device still inside of her, hitting her deeply and sensitively, as she goes over to investigate if anyone is injured.
"There's things we can do without taking off our armour, but have it your way." He takes his gwent hand. "Heh, you deny me, and then you want me to complement you?" Gustav chuckles. "Fine." The witcher recites a poem about her beauty, the words elegant, but somewhat 'too much'. It takes her a few moments to place it, but she recognises the poem as being written by the famous bard, Dandelion.
"Oh? Things to do without taking off armor? That is intresting, defeat me and I will consider your offert." She said chuckled as she hear poem. "You have realy good eye, I admit it. Come on, talk to me more." She said to not let him know, that she recognise his trick.
Verena sees the creature's tongue lash out at her rapidly, but it's only a feint, as it spits out more acidic bile at her.
Verenas Reflexes kick in and She avoids The Acid, rolling forward and slashing for The Monsters head.
Looking out, Danielle sees a blur rushing past and behind her, but as she turns rapidly to get a better look, the vibrator inside her causes a jolt of pleasure, distracting her. "Sorry, lady." A masculine, but high pitched voice sounds. Turning, Danielle sees a woman standing beside her, exceedingly buxom, with red hair. With a start, Danielle realises that she's looking at someone who looks exactly like herself. Two city guardsmen run up to the pair, looking at the two women in confusion and lust. The fake Danielle points at the original. "Guards! That woman is an imposter! She shapeshifted to look like me!"
