Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161218140509/@comment-17114085-20161220093110

(Aight.)

Rigel knocked on the door. "Pup, it's time for our meeting with the Duke. We need to hurry before we miss it. It was hard to get one meeting, getting another might be impossible."

The two Witchers had arrived in Wayrest just the other day, at night, and had decided to rest up at the inn known as the Highlander.

When there was no reply from inside, he pushed the door open and found the room empty. "Damn it, pup. Where in Oblivion have you gone?" He looked around the room, trying to find any clues to the whereabouts of the young Witcher.

He saw that Geirlund had taken all his equipment with him and slipped out the window, likely a couple hours ago.

"Hmm...I might be able to follow the sent of his potions, oils or even one of his bombs." Rigel stated. He sniffed the air, trying to find a distinguishable sent. He caught a whiff of Nightshade, used as an ingredient make an poisonous oil that when coated onto a blade did extra damage to Werebeasts. The plant had a distinctive smell and the young Witcher was quite fond of it, particularly because of its appearance.

The Elder Wolf jumped out the window and followed the sent through the city's Merchant District until he came across a building. "I should have known...." He muttered as he read the sign at the front. The Jeweled Rose, a brothel.

He sighed angrily and headed inside. This apprentice is proving to be quite a bit of trouble.

"Welcome to the Jeweled Rose." A courtesan said, greeting the Witcher. "What kind of woman is a fine handsome man like yourself looking for? Here at the Jeweled Rose we satisfy any desire."

Rigel replied "Actually, I'm looking for a young man."

"Oh...well the Jeweled Rose has those as well. I will call over one of our..." the courtesan said, taken a back by the discovery.

Seeing that she had misinterpreted what he had said, Rigel added. "He came here as a client. A young man, white hair. Also fairly handsome. Has a scar on his left cheek."

"Ah, I see. Well he is currently upstairs with one of the girls." She responded.

"Thanks." Rigel said and headed for the stairs.

"If I may ask, are you his brother? You seem the type." She asked.

"More like his grandfather." Rigel stated. He turned around and climbed up the stairs. He picked up the sent of Nightshade again and followed it to a room. He threw open the door. "Pup." he called.

Geirlund looked back. He was naked on the bed with the courtesan, the bed littered with nightshade petals. The woman, a young buxom Redguard, was under him, her nails had been digging into his back. "Ah, master. I see that you've awaken."

Rigel scowled. He looked over to the side and saw Geirlund's clothing, he grabbed the shirt and threw it at the young man. "Get dressed, we need to go to the castle."

Geirlund had rolled off the Redguard and was facing the old Witcher. He caught the shirt. "A couple more minutes and I shall be done here. We were just..."

"Now pup." Rigel said firmly. "I won't repeat myself."

"You know master, you are no fun. Has anyone ever told you that?" He asked as he got off the bed and got dressed.

"So you'll be ending your visit short, Mr. Lund?" The Redguard asked.

"Unfortunately, miss. The old man there is keen on ruining any vestige of pleasure that I can find in life." Lund responded.

"Come." Rigel ordered as he saw that Geirlund was nearly done. "Or we will be late."