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Chapter Twenty-two: Bloody idiots...

They reached Novigrad after five days on the road. They left Roach and decided to walk on foot. Geralt and Jordan studied the faces of those they passed, their cloak hoods up...

"Come on," Jordan said as they reached a bridge, "I know where we can find Triss," she said quietly leading the way.

"Where?" Geralt inquired.

Jordan smiled, "In the lair of the King of Beggars," she replied as they turned a corner, "The Putrid Grove," she smirked as they reached the door.

Jordan knocked on the door and the eye slot opened, "The fuck do you want?" the doorman asked and Jordan stood with her hands on her hips.

"I'm here to see an old lover of mine," she said, "A certain Sorceress of red hair and green eyes...fond of blue, fire magic and low cut dresses. I'm sure you know her," Jordan declared and Geralt raised a brow at her.

The doorman's eyes widened, "You and Miss Merigold-" his breath caught in his throat in thought.

Jordan bit her lip, her eyes growing half-lidded, "She's a wonderful lay," Jordan added and the man was starting to sweat.

"C-come-...Come right in, mi'Lady," he stuttered and Jordan nodded, looking pleased.

She walked in with Geralt, who nudged her arm, "Your former lover? Really?" he grunted.

"What?" Jordan laughed, "He's a pig. Of course he would buy that two beautiful women had dabbled in the many sexual appetites," she spoke coyly, "Plus, I wouldn't object if she offered. Just saying. Your ex-girlfriend is hot," Jordan shrugged her shoulders and Geralt rolled his eyes, smirking.

When they reached the door of the Beggar King's residence, Jordan stopped before the door, "You go ahead," she urged him with a smile, "Meet me in the red light district. There's a building on the water front that used to be a brothel. It belongs to Dandelion now," Jordan explained.

Geralt was confused by this, "What are you up to?" he asked curiously and Jordan adjusted her hood.

"I'm gonna run a few errands. You just go with Triss and help her out. I'll see you later," Jordan waved off his concern, chuckling as she walked away.

"When?!" Geralt called.

"Later!" Jordan laughed as she just walked away...

***

Geralt spoke with Triss and helped her deal with a rat extermination. After farewelling his old flame, he headed to the red light district...

By the time he found Dandelion's repurposed brothel, Jordan was already there, kicking ass with a friend of Geralt's...Zoltan the Dwarf...

Geralt walked into the building, only for a brigand to be picked up and thrown in his direction like a rag doll, "You own me ten crowns, Zoltan!" Jordan laughed, "I told you I wasn't lying! Just in time to join in, too!" she said proudly before spinning and kicking one brigand in the side of his head...

***

After the riffraff were cleared out, Jordan stood staring at Zoltan's owl while the Witcher and Dwarf talked...

Jordan smirked like the devil, "Phillipa want a cracker...?" she whispered and the bird stiffened, "Oh, yeah...I know, Polly," she said before leaving the shape-shifted Sorceress alone.

"So, you're going after Dandelion's many girlfriends, I presume? To find out where he's run off to...?" Jordan inquired and Geralt nodded.

"Already have our half of the list," Geralt replied and Jordan cracked her knuckles.

"Right...okay, let's get this shit over with," she sighed, taking a look at the descriptions of the women, all written in verse, "Daughters of a Lord...a cross dressing Elf...a sultry maid...flower pot chucker...and a kinky school teacher. Shouldn't be hard to find. Dandelion's not exactly discreet about his affairs of the heart," Jordan thought aloud, thinking of where to go first.

"You know Dandelion...?" Zoltan asked.

Jordan chuckled, "Nah. I just know he's seen more peaches than a baked cobbler, if you catch my meaning?" she chuckled and Zoltan laughed.

The Dwarf looked up at Geralt, "I like this Lady Witcher, Geralt. Doesn't take shit from anyone and can hold her own in a good fight," Zoltan crossed his arms, "I'd be careful though. Dandelion's sure to like her, too. Wouldn't want you boys to fight over-" Jordan cut him off.

"Nobody's fighting over me," she rolled her eyes, "I'd just as soon kick both of their asses. Especially Geralt's," she smirked before walking out to get their horse.

Geralt raised a brow at this, "What? Why me?!" he jogged after her and Zoltan just shook his head, watching them go.

"Bloody idiots...made for each other..." the Dwarf sighed, going to start on cleaning up the mess that the brigands left behind...