Capítulo 13: Chapter 10 : A Night at the Passiflora
As they walked through the crowded streets of Novigrad, Geralt couldn't help but feel uneasy. The city was a hotbed of political and criminal intrigue, and he knew that they could be walking into danger.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked Bjorn.
Bjorn shrugged. "We need information, and the Passiflora is the best place to get it. Just keep your wits about you and we'll be fine."
Geralt nodded, and they continued on their way. As they approached the Passiflora, Geralt couldn't help but notice the ostentatious decorations and the expensive-looking patrons. He had never been a fan of the city's aristocracy, and the Passiflora was a prime example of everything he disliked about them.
As they entered the brothel, they were greeted by a well-dressed woman who looked them up and down before speaking.
"Welcome to the Passiflora. Do you have an appointment?"
Bjorn stepped forward. "No, but we're willing to pay for information."
The woman smiled. "Of course. Follow me."
She led them to a private room, where a man in fine clothes was waiting for them.
"Greetings," he said, rising from his seat. "I am Count Tibor Eggebracht. What can I do for you?"
Bjorn explained that they were looking for information about the recent political developments in Novigrad, particularly any involving the Church of the Eternal Fire.
Count Eggebracht raised an eyebrow. "That's a dangerous topic to be asking about. What makes you think I would tell you anything?"
Bjorn pulled out a pouch of gold coins. "We're willing to pay for any information you have."
The count smiled. "Very well. I do have some information, but it will cost you."
They negotiated a price, and the count began to speak. He told them about the Church's increasing power in the city and their persecution of non-humans, particularly dwarves and elves. He also mentioned a group of rebels who were trying to oppose the Church's influence, but he didn't know much about them.
As they were leaving the Passiflora, Geralt couldn't help but feel uneasy. They had just gotten involved in a political struggle that was far beyond their usual scope of work. But he knew that they had to keep digging if they wanted to find out what was really going on in Novigrad.
As they walked back to their lodgings, Bjorn suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Geralt asked.
Bjorn looked around nervously. "I think we're being followed."
Geralt drew his sword, and they both spun around to face their pursuers. A group of armed men was approaching them, and Geralt could tell from their weapons and armor that they were hired muscle.
"Looks like we're in for a fight," Geralt said, grinning.
Bjorn unsheathed his own sword, and they charged into battle. The hired thugs were no match for the two witchers, and they dispatched them quickly.
As they continued on their way, Geralt couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. He loved a good fight, and he was starting to enjoy the excitement of being involved in something bigger than their usual monster-hunting.
But he also knew that things were about to get a lot more dangerous. They had just crossed some powerful people, and they would need to be careful if they wanted to survive.
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