𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦
- Akrylli of Bantrear
The white haired girl appeared suddenly, first in her visions then physically at the side of Geralt. It hit Kryl without warning, and her hand was the one that pulled her back up.
Sadl...
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When Kryl stepped out of cold room, she was met suddenly with Lambert grabbing her arm roughly, pulling her out the way with his sword in his other hand as he barged straight into Ciri's room.
"Quick, girl," he spat, Ciri had already turned to face him, eyes wide and backing away from him quickly, "we've got company."
Three seconds later, four women went sprinting into the room after him, screaming and shouting as they all ran straight past Kryl — who was too shocked that she was see them to actually say anything.
"You can't just barge into a girl room with your sword out!" One of them yelled, her frail hands pushing against his chest with all her strength, "stand guard — outside."
Lambert was shoved out of the doorway, stumbling past Kryl into three other women.
Kryl was still too stunned to speak — they should not be here. Why the hell are they here?
"Just doing what I'm fucking told." Lambert groaned, glaring up at the women now in Ciri's room, one of which had wrapped her arm tightly around Ciri — before slamming the door in Lambert's face. "Get your sword, Kryl." Lambert said, turning to her and speaking softly now. "There's monsters in the Keep."
"They're only women, Lambchop." Kryl joked, smiling at him.
He did no such gesture back.
Kryl's smile faded as she nodded, understanding that it was serious now — if Lambert didn't joke about it, it was a life or death situation.
She made her way to her room, hiding behind walls and checking the coast was clear before she set off down certain passageways. The halls were quiet again, silence was one of the only sounds that rang though the Keep's old walls, the gentle jingling of the Witchers' medallions could be heard from the main hall.
She pushed her door open carefully, listening as she did, making sure to use all of her senses.
Her room was completely empty, which she was grateful of. There had been times when she'd been fronted by some strange creature before now.
She took a deep breath, tempted to sit down for a second and let the others deal with it before knowing she'd probably get thrown off the cliff for doing so and grabbed her weapons.
Her daggers, which she'd taken out of her boots for once, thinking it would finally be a peaceful day, along with her sword, which she rolled in her hand a few times, checking it was in fact hers by the weight of it.
