The sorceress resists for a few moments, but as her eyelids dip again, she nods. The two of them head off the beaten path, into a small nook, where Isabella dismounts. "C-Can you... make a fire?" She yawns. The horses, just as exhausted, move to eat some grass and rest. "J-Just gather some wood, I'll l-light it." She sits down at the base of a tree, and within moments, she's snoring softly.
Heading out, she finds a long street specialising in women's clothing, with numerous upscale tailors and lingerie stores.
"I'll keep it in mind." Ignazy smiles. The group, all mounted, begin to ride away. Looking behind him, Gustav says "Shame that scholar and his sister are still in there, or else we could just burn it down. Though now that I mention it, maybe it would be better if we got rid of the lad..."
"Yeh, I thought about that too. If they have a little brain, they will leave these place too." She think for their next move.
Looking through the windows, she sees a diverse amount of clothing, ranging from conservative and proper, to absolutely scandalous. A few of them, she thinks, press the bounds of what's legal to wear in public.
Varrin shook his head and smiled in amusement as he looked at his sister. Covering her with his cloak he let her rest as he searched around for some dry wood to use for the fire, as well as some stones with which to make a circle around it. The surrounding area did not seem particularly dry, but he still did not want to risk starting a fire.
After a week and a half, he hears a knock on the gates of the warehouse. Looking out, he sees his companion from the trip waiting for him outside. "She's alone."
There's nods of assent from the other riders. "Probably a good idea. We should be able to make it over the mountains without trouble." Bogrid says. "It doesn't get too bad before winter."
He rests peacefully for a few hours or so, warmed by the fire as the sun dips beneath the horizon and night falls. As he warms his hands, he sees the dark haired sorceress stir, eyes slowly opening.
Looking around, Mirellia sees a number of high class people around, judging that people of high station can get away with more in this city than they can back home. Entering the store, she sees it's luxuriously decorated, with a young woman in a strange and revealing outfir at the counter.
Abigail chuckles, taking his cock in his mouth and lashing it with her tongue, before he begins to feel her throat squeeze down around his length delightfully. He hears the faint sound of gagging, but it doesn't seem to dampen the witch's enthusiasm at all.
The road through the northern passes is trecherous, but the four riders manage to navigate it without injury or delay. Heading into Redania, they find the populace distrusting and suspicious, more so than usual. Few people in the towns and villages are willing to speak much to strangers, but here and there Trista's ears manage to hear rumours about spectral riders.
Isabella rolls her eyes, but smiles and nods. "Yeah. Give me something, I'm starving." He notes that it's phrased as a command rather than a question, which is closer to her regular self.
Looking around, Mirellia sees a number of high class people around, judging that people of high station can get away with more in this city than they can back home. Entering the store, she sees it's luxuriously decorated, with a young woman in a strange and revealing outfir at the counter.
"Good day, ma'am. May I help you?"
