Bab 664: Trojan Horse
Geralt "What the hell is going on Regis!" he shouts.
Regis looks in the sky where Dettlaff had vanished, "That's something I myself would like to know..."
Ciri rubs her stomach, slightly hunched over in pain at the kick she'd taken earlier. "Your friend packs a mean kick." she says, retrieving a potion Quelina had made from the HP world that supposedly heals bruising.
Regis nods, "Indeed... I think we best find a place to speak, privately preferably." he says.
Geralt looks back up at Damiens estate and nods, "You've got some explaining to do, if anyone asks, we went chasing after the beast." he mutters, following Regis.
The duo are led out of Beauclair and into a cemetery, Regis leads them into his hideout and slumps on a chair as the others sit on some rubble.
Regis "A city sleeps undisturbed by foray, as men try to keep the night at bay. Shadows move unabated, seeking to keep their thirst sated. A window open, the lock was broken, a fanged bite giving a dreadful fright." he recites for them.
Geralt "Hmm, I've heard better." he states.
Regis nods, "Indeed, not my best work but I'm a novice you see... Winemaking suits my blood better I think." he says, reaching for a bottle and uncorking it.
Ciri frowns, "Can we cut to the chase? There's a vampire on the loose murdering people..."
Regis retrieves three goblets and starts filling them, "Ah yes... I assume you've rid yourself of those annoying pests Ciri?" he asks.
Ciri "The Wild Hunt?" he asks confused.
Regis hands the drinks to her and Geralt, "Them and the others, all seeking you for your blood, though, not in the same way I might add."
Ciri sips the drinks, "Not all of them have been dealt with..." she mutters, bring that subject to a close.
Geralt "So... How'd you free yourself?" he asks, the last time he saw Regis was when he was fused into molten rock.
Regis takes another swig and looks into his goblet, "Dettlaff."
Geralt "Hmm, sounds like you owe him. Is that why you look the other way while he massacres people?"
Regis shakes his head, "As I said before, I believe something is wrong with him... He and I have been alive many, many years... And this is the first I've ever seen him act like this, something must be bothering him, that or forcing his hand."
Ciri "Do you have any evidence for that?" she presses.
Regis slowly nods, "During his time terrorizing the city I've been investigating his home, whereabouts, and targets... His targets gave me nothing, apart from the fact that he is a pragmatic person, if he ever were blackmailed then he'd choose the path that'd only harm the guilty... But, I don't think that is correct either... I found some things within his residence and hideouts that suggest someone is pulling his strings, manipulating him for some purpose."
Geralt "Hmm, don't suppose you know who, or where this person is?" he asks.
Regis shakes his head, "I only know where the messages he's receiving come from... Dun Tynne Castle."
Ciri sighs, "What good is that? We'd have to torture the information out of everyone in the castle to get... Answers..."
Geralt glances at her, "Sounds like you've got an idea?"
Ciri slowly nods, "I do, but it might be difficult to pull off..."
Regis "Please Ciri, if you have a way of helping them please do tell me... Dettlaff is an admirable person at heart, he's just misguided right now."
A smile begins to widen across her face, "Alright, I doubt Geralt will appreciate my plan though."
Due to Regis having been partially seen by the drunken Damien they elected to have him hide out until he was needed. They then reported their findings the next morning, making sure to keep the information about Dun Tynne Castle secret, as if the information got out all their leads would vanish.
With Damiens authority and his mental state still recovering from his month-long binge they acquired all the material they needed for Ciri's plan, though, Geralt was thoroughly unamused by what she'd come up with...
Geralt, Ciri, and Regis led a large group of Prospects and a few large wagons towards the walls of Dun Tynne Castle, the Prospects all wore colourful clothing and had funny faces drawn onto their masks.
Geralt was dressed in tight-fitting leather with a whip strapped to his side and carrying a collar attached to a tamed Acromentula.
Regis wasn't any better off, having been dressed and painted in white and black to resemble a mime...
Ciri was the only one dressed normally, wearing a fine dress that made her look like a regular citizen of Beauclair.
Geralt "Why do I have to be dressed like this and you don't?" he asks, giving her a stern glare.
Ciri sends a smug look at him, "My plan, my rules."
Regis "I have to say Ciri, I never expected you to have so many... Friends on hand."
Ciri grins, "Well, my boyfriend is a King, soo..."
Regis nods, "Say no more... I have no wish to get mixed up in your romance..."
The group slowly walk towards the gate of Dun Tynne Castle, eventually stopping when the guard shouts at them from the wall. "IDENTIFY YOURSELVES!"
Ciri steps forth with her arms spread, "We are the Duchess's personal traveling circus! We wish to speak to Sir Roderick!" she says, revealing the Duchesses insignia.
The guard squints at it and almost falls over backwards when he finally spots it, "OOOHHH-OPEN THE GATE!" he hollers towards the guards.
The large heavy wooden doors swing open and Ciri confidently steps inside while Regis and Geralt follow her. The guards within the castle giving the group weird, confused, or excited looks.
Regis leans closer to Geralt and nods at Ciri, "Atleast we managed to get inside... I personally didn't think we'd manage that."
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