Working together, The Witcher and the nobleman manage to hack their way into the drowners, pulling Isabella free. Though the sorceress can mend her clothing with magic, in the chaos she fails to notice the damage Trista has done to her dress, leaving her exceptionally round and firm ass visible to both her rescuers.
With an angry snarl, Isabella thrusts a hand forward, and one of the drowners screams and explodes, showering his fellow monsters in gore. "Bastards!" She shouts in a huff, before walking on. Behind them, the drowners seem stunned by the carnage that such a small group inflicted upon them, and backs off warily.
The group enjoys a modicum of peace after that, Boris leading them through the tunnels illuminated by magical light. "We're gettin' close to the vault." He grunts, trying to work his way to the rear of the group so he can ogle Isabella's ass. "I think there's some rotfiends up ahead, near the bodies of the architect and his boys. Be careful, the buggers explode when you kill them."