"I vote for pajama day."
With raised eyebrows the white haired witcher grunted, "we aren't going monster hunting in pajamas."
"I don't see why not, it's much more comfortable and has room for fighting in." She gave her best serious face attempting to reason with him. The woman could not frighten a child she looked so innocent.
He sighed, "I'd have to disagree armor is more protection, also you're less likely to get stabbed in it and after your nightgowns are ruined in monster guts, what will you wear at night?"
"I could wear nothing," A sum smirk creeped at the corners of her lips.
They reached the bard ahead.
"Why is she pouting?" He inquired as the pair joined for breakfast at the local tavern.
"I wouldn't let her wear pajamas to a monster fight." The Witcher replied.
The bard snorted and patted the girl on the back as the trio made their way inside the cluster of bodies crowded about.
