Elder Blood Witcher - 780 The Jolliest of Cooperation

Dythi “We can’t wait around here forever, eventually we’ll be found out… The choice is whether we want to be the ones to act first, or let the enemy act for us.”

Hurtelt sighs, “You always talk a big game, but you have no idea what we’re facing, you’re just a simple Guard Captain… Former, Guard Captain.” he corrects himself with a slight mocking air.

Dythi doesn’t seem bothered by the remark, simply nodding with crosses arms, “You’re right, I don’t… But that’s what we’ve got you for, right? Or is my confidence in you misplaced?”

Hurtelt “Don’t try play me, I know full well we’ll all die if we try to intervene with whatever plan the Elder has for the Sorceress.”

Zudite “Listen… I think we should help, if it really is Margarita then we’ll be able to escape the city with ease.”

Hurtelt “We would have to resort to such a suicidal mission if you could just make a damn portal, I mean, what can you even do apart from a few party tricks?” he accuses.

Zudite frowns, “I may not have finished my education, but I could still take you on.” he says with a challenging look.

Hurtelt “Hah! You’re kidding yourself kid, I’d say go drink your mother milk but she’s probably been eaten by Vampires!”

With that Zudite lunges at Hurtelt, throwing a punch that the Witcher easily dodges… Hurtelt sends a punch of his own that connects with Zudite’s nose, crunching it and causing blood to start spewing from it… Dythi pulls Zudite while Tildanird grabs Hurtelt.

Dythi “Stop, both of you!” he shouts, almost frantically…

Tildanird “We’re all suppose to be allies here, why are we fighting!” he says, managing to restrain the Witcher with his strength and size.

Hurtelt “You are all fucking idiots! You think we’re going to get out of this alive!?! I used to hunt these fuckers, and almost died trying every time! You think a group with a shit mage and a bunch of non-combatants is going to do anything other than shit the bed and die!?!” he shouts.

…

Hurtelt eventually stops struggling, a solemn mood enveloping him… “There… Is nothing we can do, if this has happened to Kovir and Poviss, don’t you think all the other countries have met a similar fate?”

Dythi “We don’t know that.” he says, though everyone could tell he was worried about just that.

Hurtelt shakes his head, “I’d bet it’s safer across the damn Dragon Mountain right now! I mean, at least there wouldn’t be ELDER FUCKING VAMPIRES THERE!”

Everyone watches her go, Dythi nodding to himself, “If even Etredi’s going to put the effort in, then we might as well too. Hurtelt, I know how you’re feeling, I felt the same after my unit was annihilated… But wouldn’t you rather die on your feet, than on your knee’s?”

…

Hurtelt slowly nods, “Yeah, I would.”

Dythi “Zudite, we’ll start planning to help Margarita, we’ll definitely need your expertise when planning… Can we count on you for that?”

Zudite wipes the blood from his face with his sleeve, “Yes… I won’t let you down.”

Dythi nods, “Good… Now burn your clothes, any traces of blood could lead the Vampires right to us, even with the sewers covering us.

Tildanird “Uh, guys?”

Everyone looks over to see what’s up, noticing Tildanird holding the letter sent by Margarita…

Tildanird “Is it normal for Sorceresses to send hair with their letters?”

…

Zudite jumps and dashes over, “Hair? Are you sure?” he says, looking around for said hair.

Tildanird holds up some hair woven together and Zudite immediately snatches it from him.

Dythi “Something special about that hair?” he asks what everyone else is thinking.

Zudite “With magic, everything is special… Especially something that had originally been part of someone’s body. Everyone’s magic is unique, and for this hair to be inside the letter sent by Margarita, probably means that it belongs to her…”

Dythi “Can you do something with it?” he asks, hopeful.

Zudite shrugs, “Maybe? This subject of magic isn’t really my forte, but, with enough time I might be able to establish a mental connection with her.”

Hurtelt “Yeah, but if she’s shackled with Dimeritium it means nothing.” he says, dampening the mood.

Zudite shakes his head, “No… It wouldn’t matter I think, as long as I’m powering the mental link with my magic, and there aren’t any barriers, it should still work.”

Dythi “That’s great! Once we’ve established means of communication we can start planning for the future… Good work everyone, really, I think we’ll get out of this alive if we work together.” he says with a bright smile.

Zudite clutches the hair an nods, “Let’s tell Etredi the good news when she gets back, I bet she’ll be excited to hear it!” he says in a chipper tone.

Dythi nods and looks at Hurtelt, “Come with me, I want you to tell me everything you know about Elder Vampires, and about the specific types of Vampires that exist, their abilities, weaknesses, and all.” he says.

Hurtelt grabs some bread and reluctantly nods, “Fine, be prepared though, it’s going to take a while…”