I'll ask Jaskier. He usually winters in Oxenfurt, so he might not be willing to give up the pleasures of a city for a winter on a mountain.
[ The idea of getting Yenn and Jaskier in bed together is laughable. They're a bit better with each other now. but Geralt doubts that's something either of them would want. ]
They hate each other, and not in the way that they might fuck each other anyway.
[ ooc: I'm open to that! I also play Jaskier, so I can throw him into the mix too! ]
He needs to prepare for the lack of luxuries we have to offer. He's used to a comfortable winter.
Let me know if you need help up the pass. I'll be heading north in a week or so.
[ He's been slowly making his way north for the past month, but in a week he will be heading there more seriously. Now that he has Jaskier coming, it will take longer on the pass. ]
You know Ciri isn't all soft. And I think she'd like that. She's always telling me that I can't beat everything just by hitting it really hard. It's worked well for me so far.
A sister cat? Interesting.
[ Geralt's heard rumours about little girls going through the trials, but he hadn't known any of them to survive. Perhaps if things go well this winter with Aiden, they can meet up with her on the Path and Ciri can meet her. If things go well. And if Geralt thinks he can trust her. ]
Only because me and Coën took her out to the training course!
And I guess because you took her in and trained her.
[He's in a good mood now, and actually looking forward to having his brothers meet Aiden. Outside of Vesemir, he knew Geralt would be the most difficult one to persuade.]
[ Geralt knows that he sounds like a proud father, and Lambert will absolutely tease him about it, but he doesn't care. For all intents and purposes, Lambert is an uncle now. ]
And Ciri will be ecstatic to meet another girl witcher.
[ Geralt finds the signal and follows it, guiding Jaskier toward where Lambert and Aiden are camping. He calls out a greeting when they get close even though he doesn't think that he could surprise Lambert and his cat. Especially not with Jaskier, who is clumsy and loud compared to a witcher. ]
Lambert, it's good to see you. This is Jaskier.
[ Geralt steps forward to clap his brother on the back, glad to see him healthy and whole after a year on the path. ]
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[ Jaskier also steps forward, taking Lambert's hands in both of his and giving them a squeeze. ]
Thank you so much for extending the invite to me, Lambert. It would have taken Geralt many more years to think to invite me here for the winter. He was some how convinced that I wouldn't want to visit a secret ancient keep full of knowledge otherwise lost to time. I, a master of the seven liberal arts.
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That's enough, Jaskier. I can still leave you here.
[Lambert and Aiden hear Jaskier before they hear Geralt's greeting. Lambert stands from their small fire to go and meet him at the edge, gripping Geralt tight despite his penchant for being an ass. He's glad to see his brother alive and well.]
It's good to see you, Wolf. Bard--
[He laughs as Jaskier talks, letting the bard do as he wishes, before he gestures to the dark-haired man standing beside him.]
I'm glad you agreed, else our plan would fall apart before we even got there. This is Aiden.
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[Aiden steps forward to first greet Geralt, then Jaskier, grasping their wrists and subtly checking for hidden daggers under the guise of manners, just the way he was taught.]
Can you believe, Jaskier, our Wolves are alike~? Lambert took ages to invite me for winter. Though, I've heard plenty about you, Geralt. And the others. He's fond of you lot. And yes, I brought your White Gull.
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Who else am I supposed to tell you about? The whores? You know as much as I do about them.
We'll drink the White Gull tonight, [ Geralt says, moving to start setting up camp while Jaskier continues to complain about having never been invited to Kaer Morhen again. ] I need it.
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I've heard much about Lambert but none about you, Aiden. So you're a cat witcher? How is that different than being a wolf witcher? How did you and Lambert meet? Why are we sneaking into the keep? Are we sneaking me in as well? Vesemir does not seem the type to enjoy having guests.
[ He keeps going, plying them both with questions as he watches Geralt set their things up. It's not that he's incapable of doing it himself, it's just that Geralt really likes doing it for him. ]
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Jaskier, that's enough, [ Geralt says from where he's setting out their bedrolls next to each other, close for warmth but also because they always sleep close to each other. At least, they have since they started sleeping together. ]
[Lambert watches Geralt, ignoring Jaskier's questions because he's simply not interested in them. Besides, Aiden is doing his best to answer them as fast as they come. He can sympathize with Geralt's need for drink. So he grabs one of the bottles and passes it over to his brother.]
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Of course, you're only just--Well, they're different schools. Di--We met on a hunt. I--Uh, no, we're only sneaking me into the keep.
[He looks to the other two witchers for help with the chatty bard, sighing in relief when Geralt shushes his bard.]
Our schools teach different styles of fighting and hunting. Wolves rely on strength, whereas Cats rely on stealth. I believe our mutation processes are different, as well, but that's...difficult to know. I think you would be very interested in hearing how I met Lambchop~
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[At the mention of his nickname, Lambert finally looks up at the pair.]
There were two contracts on the same ogre. My contractor wanted the curse broken, Aiden's wanted the ogre dead. Except...the ogre killed my contractor.
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I felt bad for him. He looked like he'd had a rough go of things, and so I offered to share the job.
It sounded like a typical curse when Geralt agreed to the job. It seems as though no one has come out of the village of Vilnyk since the winter, and it’s been months. Everyone who has entered during that time has not been heard from since, including traveling merchants and those that have entered the town’s borders to find out what had occurred. It sounded like a simple curse, but the longer that Geralt has been here, the more complicated the situation is.
He’s never seen this kind of monster before in his life. He hasn’t even read about them. All he knows is that they’re incredibly deadly, and impossible for him to kill. They come out only at night, take on the form of friendly looking humans and try to convince the villagers to let them inside. If Geralt hadn’t tried to kill them already, he might think that they were a species of vampire but he’s tried to fight them using his knowledge of that particular type of undead but he’s not been successful yet.
If only he could spend some time researching, at Kaer Morhen, or Aretuza. Hell, even Oxenfurt would have been useful. But nothing can leave the village’s limits, and that includes messages of any kind. For all anyone knows, Geralt is dead, and no one will hear from him again.
When Geralt had first arrived, the village’s population had already been decimated. There were only a dozen or so villagers remaining. They’d managed to survive the nights by remaining as quiet as possible and hiding. It’s not something that they can maintain, but no one has found a solution yet. And Geralt has tried. He’s been trying. Every day he learns more about their foe, but he doesn’t have any idea of how to break the curse and set them all free.
He’s meditating now, spending a few hours before nightfall making sure he’s well rested enough to fight. Tomorrow, he’ll continue his search for clues.
[It's not exactly unusual for Jaskier to not hear from Geralt for a few months at a time. No rumours of his travels or word of where he is at all is a little more unusual. It doesn't sit well with Jaskier, so, he does what he's good at and gets to work sticking his nose in Geralt's business.
What he finds is- well. Nothing. It's a trail run entirely cold, folks who haven't seen him for as long as Jaskier or sometimes even longer. There are those who sought him as well, some angry "and when you see him...!" messages to remember, and just when Jaskier is really working himself up into a state, he finds a small town just north of Vilnyk, where the residents can tell him exactly where his dear friend has disappeared.
It's not exactly reassuring.
Jaskier isn't stupid. He knows that wandering into a town that seems to swallow up everyone who enters, including Geralt, is a death wish. But he also doesn't really see another choice here. Who in their right mind is going to want to help him rescue a witcher? Who is going to take him seriously, when the stories of Vilnyk have barely spread past it's borders?
So here he is, lute on his back and reluctantly wielding the worlds smallest dagger (gods he hopes he doesn't have to use it) as he treks past the border and towards the town, under the instructions given to him by some townsfolk who were clearly dubious at best about his likelihood of survival.
Only, he's sure he's passed by this fallen tree a couple of times now. Hm. Terribly confusing. Should he have taken the left at the fork in the road, instead of the right?
By the time he stumbles into town, there are only a couple of hours before nightfall, and Jaskier is completely spent. He's so tired he forgets his earlier fear, in fact, and upon finding nothing immediately terrifying about the nearest people to him, he calls out:]
Hello! This is Vilnyk, yes? Because honestly I've been wandering for ages, and I was sort of expecting a creepy ghost town, but you folk seem- in the best way, truly- completely boringly normal, so I'm a little confused--
[The woman he's speaking to drops the bucket she's holding with a loud thunk, a hand flying to her mouth as she cries out in surprise.]
Oh. That's not- sorry, I didn't mean to... startle you...?
[She's already running, informing everyone of a new arrival as she goes, but Jaskier has no idea what's happening or why there's such a commotion building around him.]
[ Geralt is deep into his meditation, but there's one thing that can always bring him out of it. Especially when it's something that he's not heard in quite some time. His eyes open. He's fully aware. He just can't imagine why he's hearing Jaskier's voice in this gods forsaken place. Jaskier shouldn't be here. He should be elsehwere on the continent, safe from whatever curse if affecting this little town.
Gods, Geralt hopes that he's imagining it.
Quickly, he's on his feet and opening the door to the little home he's claimed. It's original owners are long gone now, and since they're all trapped here, the townspeople had graciously given him a place to stay, to store his swords. He'd left Roach in the town to the north, he can only hope that she's okay.
Stepping out, Geralt nearly does a double take. He's learned to trust his senses without fail, so he knows that he does truly see Jaskier walking down the the dirt path between houses. ]
Jaskier. [ He makes Jaskier's name into a complete sentence with the way he says it, stepping into Jaskier's path like a piece of punctuatiuon. ] What the fuck are you doing here?
[It hadn't really occurred to Jaskier just how worried he was about the possibility of Geralt being dead until this very second, while hit by the relief of seeing him alive.
The townspeople, upon realising he clearly knows Geralt and therefore will have someone to gently (hah!) break the news to him, all begin to back off. Some of the panic abates. He's not their problem, anymore. He's Geralt's.
Jaskier, for his part, makes his relief obvious.]
Oh, you oblivious fucker. You think you can disappear clean off the face of the continent, and your very best friend won't even bat an eyelash?
[He says it sort of like it's a joke, but at the same time he strides forward, grasping at Geralt's arms as if to reassure himself that he's solid and present and actually there.]
Where the fuck have you been, Geralt? Here, the whole time? Because no offense, but this doesn't exactly look like Witcher work central.
Jaskier, [ Geralt repeats, grasping his arms as well. ] You shouldn't have come. It's too dangerous.
[ He's been so thankful that he and Jaskier had been separated when he heard about this curse and found out what was truly going on here. He'd been so relieved that Jaskier wouldn't be in danger, but now, here he is. ]
Come with me, [ he says in a low voice, tugging Jaskier into the house he's been staying at. Once he gets Jaskier settled on a chair, he sits across from him, not entirely sure where to start. ]
You shouldn't have come. This town is cursed. It's true I've been here this whole time but it's because no one can escape. The curse holds us here, and there are monsters that come at night. They're not like anything I've ever seen before, and I can't fucking kill them.
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I'll ask Jaskier. He usually winters in Oxenfurt, so he might not be willing to give up the pleasures of a city for a winter on a mountain.
[ The idea of getting Yenn and Jaskier in bed together is laughable. They're a bit better with each other now. but Geralt doubts that's something either of them would want. ]
They hate each other, and not in the way that they might fuck each other anyway.
[ ooc: I'm open to that! I also play Jaskier, so I can throw him into the mix too! ]
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If you ever do convince Yen and Jaskier into a threesome, can I watch? I wanna see when it all falls to shit and she maims him.
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[ He'll ask Jaskier if he wants to come, but... He certainly can't compare to the lavish lifestyle the bard usually lives during the winter. ]
It will never happen. They can barely be in the same room together.
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He tolerated me, I think he'll be fine with Aiden once he gets past the whole Cat thing.
[Which now leaves him wondering if this maybe wasn't such a great idea after all.]
It's a big enough keep, I think we can hide our Cat until the snows come.
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He's always like this, so just remember, you did this to yourself.
When are you planning to head up? I can make sure we're there first.
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What does he need to prepare for? It's an old crumbling keep full of witchers, not some king's palace.
We're trying to time it so we arrive just as the heavy snows start. A little later than I'd like, but it might help prevent anyone getting tossed out.
[He knows they can't hide Aiden all winter, so of course he's thought of every possible way to keep Aiden from being banished on sight.]
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Let me know if you need help up the pass. I'll be heading north in a week or so.
[ He's been slowly making his way north for the past month, but in a week he will be heading there more seriously. Now that he has Jaskier coming, it will take longer on the pass. ]
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I think we'll be fine, but let me know if you run into any trouble. We're planning to camp for a bit near the base of the trail.
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[ At least they can offer warm fires and good wine and meads. It just won't be the easy winter that Jaskier is used to. ]
He says he's looking forward to a new audience.
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At least Yennefer can handle herself.
[He's joking, Ciri's become like a little sister almost. And he's sure he'll like Jaskier well enough.]
Aiden could probably teach Ciri a few things. He's got a sister Cat that he says is one of the best.
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A sister cat? Interesting.
[ Geralt's heard rumours about little girls going through the trials, but he hadn't known any of them to survive. Perhaps if things go well this winter with Aiden, they can meet up with her on the Path and Ciri can meet her. If things go well. And if Geralt thinks he can trust her. ]
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And I guess because you took her in and trained her.
[He's in a good mood now, and actually looking forward to having his brothers meet Aiden. Outside of Vesemir, he knew Geralt would be the most difficult one to persuade.]
I've met her. She would be good for Ciri.
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[ Geralt knows that he sounds like a proud father, and Lambert will absolutely tease him about it, but he doesn't care. For all intents and purposes, Lambert is an uncle now. ]
And Ciri will be ecstatic to meet another girl witcher.
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We'll track down Dragonfly in the spring, if all goes well.
We just have to worry about Papa Vesemir...
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I'll see you at the mountain's base in a few days. We need to get Jaskier better winter clothes now that he's joining us.
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[And they are, when Geralt and Jaskier make it to the head of the trail. Lambert has left a small signal to let Geralt know he's nearby.]
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Lambert, it's good to see you. This is Jaskier.
[ Geralt steps forward to clap his brother on the back, glad to see him healthy and whole after a year on the path. ]
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[ Jaskier also steps forward, taking Lambert's hands in both of his and giving them a squeeze. ]
Thank you so much for extending the invite to me, Lambert. It would have taken Geralt many more years to think to invite me here for the winter. He was some how convinced that I wouldn't want to visit a secret ancient keep full of knowledge otherwise lost to time. I, a master of the seven liberal arts.
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That's enough, Jaskier. I can still leave you here.
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It's good to see you, Wolf. Bard--
[He laughs as Jaskier talks, letting the bard do as he wishes, before he gestures to the dark-haired man standing beside him.]
I'm glad you agreed, else our plan would fall apart before we even got there. This is Aiden.
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[Aiden steps forward to first greet Geralt, then Jaskier, grasping their wrists and subtly checking for hidden daggers under the guise of manners, just the way he was taught.]
Can you believe, Jaskier, our Wolves are alike~? Lambert took ages to invite me for winter. Though, I've heard plenty about you, Geralt. And the others. He's fond of you lot. And yes, I brought your White Gull.
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Who else am I supposed to tell you about? The whores? You know as much as I do about them.
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I've heard much about Lambert but none about you, Aiden. So you're a cat witcher? How is that different than being a wolf witcher? How did you and Lambert meet? Why are we sneaking into the keep? Are we sneaking me in as well? Vesemir does not seem the type to enjoy having guests.
[ He keeps going, plying them both with questions as he watches Geralt set their things up. It's not that he's incapable of doing it himself, it's just that Geralt really likes doing it for him. ]
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Jaskier, that's enough, [ Geralt says from where he's setting out their bedrolls next to each other, close for warmth but also because they always sleep close to each other. At least, they have since they started sleeping together. ]
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Of course, you're only just--Well, they're different schools. Di--We met on a hunt. I--Uh, no, we're only sneaking me into the keep.
[He looks to the other two witchers for help with the chatty bard, sighing in relief when Geralt shushes his bard.]
Our schools teach different styles of fighting and hunting. Wolves rely on strength, whereas Cats rely on stealth. I believe our mutation processes are different, as well, but that's...difficult to know. I think you would be very interested in hearing how I met Lambchop~
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[At the mention of his nickname, Lambert finally looks up at the pair.]
There were two contracts on the same ogre. My contractor wanted the curse broken, Aiden's wanted the ogre dead. Except...the ogre killed my contractor.
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I felt bad for him. He looked like he'd had a rough go of things, and so I offered to share the job.
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Ahh sorry, I was sick and then it was Canadian Thanksgiving
No worries! I've also been sick. ;w; my cough won't go away and I'm so tired
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I don't actually know how to play gwent, i;'m sorry!
I don't either, don't worry! I just know it's cards and you play like 3 rounds??
We'll make it up as we go aha
Just like real life! :D
Exactly!!!
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Still haven't played Gwent, oops!
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Sorry it's been a rough lil bit!
no worries, I got busy!
Yay for adult life! ( ﾟヮﾟ)
GOddddd adult life got me down
being an adult is so fun and cool wow i can't believe i was missing out in my youth /s
the most fun,
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ack sorry! Got busy
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It sounded like a typical curse when Geralt agreed to the job. It seems as though no one has come out of the village of Vilnyk since the winter, and it’s been months. Everyone who has entered during that time has not been heard from since, including traveling merchants and those that have entered the town’s borders to find out what had occurred. It sounded like a simple curse, but the longer that Geralt has been here, the more complicated the situation is.
He’s never seen this kind of monster before in his life. He hasn’t even read about them. All he knows is that they’re incredibly deadly, and impossible for him to kill. They come out only at night, take on the form of friendly looking humans and try to convince the villagers to let them inside. If Geralt hadn’t tried to kill them already, he might think that they were a species of vampire but he’s tried to fight them using his knowledge of that particular type of undead but he’s not been successful yet.
If only he could spend some time researching, at Kaer Morhen, or Aretuza. Hell, even Oxenfurt would have been useful. But nothing can leave the village’s limits, and that includes messages of any kind. For all anyone knows, Geralt is dead, and no one will hear from him again.
When Geralt had first arrived, the village’s population had already been decimated. There were only a dozen or so villagers remaining. They’d managed to survive the nights by remaining as quiet as possible and hiding. It’s not something that they can maintain, but no one has found a solution yet. And Geralt has tried. He’s been trying. Every day he learns more about their foe, but he doesn’t have any idea of how to break the curse and set them all free.
He’s meditating now, spending a few hours before nightfall making sure he’s well rested enough to fight. Tomorrow, he’ll continue his search for clues.
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What he finds is- well. Nothing. It's a trail run entirely cold, folks who haven't seen him for as long as Jaskier or sometimes even longer. There are those who sought him as well, some angry "and when you see him...!" messages to remember, and just when Jaskier is really working himself up into a state, he finds a small town just north of Vilnyk, where the residents can tell him exactly where his dear friend has disappeared.
It's not exactly reassuring.
Jaskier isn't stupid. He knows that wandering into a town that seems to swallow up everyone who enters, including Geralt, is a death wish. But he also doesn't really see another choice here. Who in their right mind is going to want to help him rescue a witcher? Who is going to take him seriously, when the stories of Vilnyk have barely spread past it's borders?
So here he is, lute on his back and reluctantly wielding the worlds smallest dagger (gods he hopes he doesn't have to use it) as he treks past the border and towards the town, under the instructions given to him by some townsfolk who were clearly dubious at best about his likelihood of survival.
Only, he's sure he's passed by this fallen tree a couple of times now. Hm. Terribly confusing. Should he have taken the left at the fork in the road, instead of the right?
By the time he stumbles into town, there are only a couple of hours before nightfall, and Jaskier is completely spent. He's so tired he forgets his earlier fear, in fact, and upon finding nothing immediately terrifying about the nearest people to him, he calls out:]
Hello! This is Vilnyk, yes? Because honestly I've been wandering for ages, and I was sort of expecting a creepy ghost town, but you folk seem- in the best way, truly- completely boringly normal, so I'm a little confused--
[The woman he's speaking to drops the bucket she's holding with a loud thunk, a hand flying to her mouth as she cries out in surprise.]
Oh. That's not- sorry, I didn't mean to... startle you...?
[She's already running, informing everyone of a new arrival as she goes, but Jaskier has no idea what's happening or why there's such a commotion building around him.]
Hi :)
Gods, Geralt hopes that he's imagining it.
Quickly, he's on his feet and opening the door to the little home he's claimed. It's original owners are long gone now, and since they're all trapped here, the townspeople had graciously given him a place to stay, to store his swords. He'd left Roach in the town to the north, he can only hope that she's okay.
Stepping out, Geralt nearly does a double take. He's learned to trust his senses without fail, so he knows that he does truly see Jaskier walking down the the dirt path between houses. ]
Jaskier. [ He makes Jaskier's name into a complete sentence with the way he says it, stepping into Jaskier's path like a piece of punctuatiuon. ] What the fuck are you doing here?
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The townspeople, upon realising he clearly knows Geralt and therefore will have someone to gently (hah!) break the news to him, all begin to back off. Some of the panic abates. He's not their problem, anymore. He's Geralt's.
Jaskier, for his part, makes his relief obvious.]
Oh, you oblivious fucker. You think you can disappear clean off the face of the continent, and your very best friend won't even bat an eyelash?
[He says it sort of like it's a joke, but at the same time he strides forward, grasping at Geralt's arms as if to reassure himself that he's solid and present and actually there.]
Where the fuck have you been, Geralt? Here, the whole time? Because no offense, but this doesn't exactly look like Witcher work central.
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[ He's been so thankful that he and Jaskier had been separated when he heard about this curse and found out what was truly going on here. He'd been so relieved that Jaskier wouldn't be in danger, but now, here he is. ]
Come with me, [ he says in a low voice, tugging Jaskier into the house he's been staying at. Once he gets Jaskier settled on a chair, he sits across from him, not entirely sure where to start. ]
You shouldn't have come. This town is cursed. It's true I've been here this whole time but it's because no one can escape. The curse holds us here, and there are monsters that come at night. They're not like anything I've ever seen before, and I can't fucking kill them.