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"Geralt of Rivia, the famous White Wolf, mutant, witcher, the White one, butcher of blaviken" Ragnar said, rising from his throne and slowly walking over to Geralt "it is a pleasure to finally meet the man of so many stories and even songs!".
"Me, oh, hi, I'm the one who made the music, pleasure, Jaskier" Jaskier said coming out from behind Geralt, with an excited smile, greeting the king, which made Ragnar chuckle lightly and smile with the corner of his mouth.
"I am somewhat surprised to see you again, Geralt, seeing as Singrid...well, Hestia actually, is no longer here, heard a lot of tales, stories, fascinating right? What she was able to do even failing at it " Ragnar raised his hand and within seconds one of his servants came over, handing him a goblet of Ale "will you accept?" the king held out the cup towards Geralt.
"An Ale always goes well" Geralt replied, staring Ragnar straight in the eye.
"I knew you wouldn't deny a good old Ale straight from Skellige" Ragnar raised his hand and the servant brought another glass, then took it from his hand and handed it to Geralt "that was Singrid's favourite Ale, we used to drink it together when we were planning the future of Skellige, didn't we Thottend? She was quite a woman, pity she was also quite a liar."
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