Hello, Gwynbleidd...

Chapter Twenty-three: Corrine Tilly...

Jordan and Geralt had an easy time getting information out of Dandelion's conquests, though there wasn't much to speak of...

The two Witchers sat in a tavern, deciding what to do next, when a man walked over and approached their table. Anyone could see that he was drunk...even more could see that he was looking to get something from Jordan.

"Ey, lassie..." he slurred, "I've got a monster for ye', if you think you can hunt it with your cu-" Jordan cut him off.

"I'm gonna stop you right there, dickhead," Jordan picked up her mug of mead, taking a drink before setting it back down, "I'm both half your age and not interested. So, go home to your chubby little wife and kids, before I end up ruining my nice evening by getting blood all over the wood floor," she stated bluntly and the man paled before tipsily walking away in defeat.

Geralt took a drink from his own mug, "Ball buster..." he mumbled under his breath, making Jordan smirk.

"Slut..." Jordan shot back, earning a faint smile from her companion...

***

As they got on the street the next day, they were approached by Witch Hunters of the Church of the Eternal Fire...

"Oi! Sorceress!" their leader barked and Jordan groaned.

"Not a Sorceress. I'm a Witcher," she corrected the man and the three men with him just laughed.

"Right, because female Witchers exist all of a sudden," he didn't believe her for a second, "We're taking you in for questioning. Kickin' and screaming if we have to," the man smirked.

Jordan just looked to Geralt with a bored expression, knowing they wouldn't let up, "So, you think just because I look different...that I immediately have to be a Sorceress?" she asked, "Well, I only know one magic trick. So-!" she brought her hands up to her mouth faking a sneeze which ended with her flipping the hunters off, "There you go! By all means, try and bring me in. I could use a work out," she smirked and the men drew their swords.

"You always have to pick a fight, don't you?" Geralt asked as the two of them drew their own weapons.

"Look who's talking, Gwynbleidd," she chuckled and soon enough those men were no more and their bodies were tossed into the canals below...

***

Later that day, they made their way to meet Priscilla. The girl knew very little about Dandelion's disappearance...but at least the music was good...

The following morning, their journey led them to a "haunted" house where a Sorceress named Corrine Tilly was being held hostage by a Godling named Sarah. After a bit of smoke and a few choice words from the little creature, the Sorceress was freed from the nightmare that trapped her.

Jordan sat by while Geralt calmed his mind to try and dream of where Ciri might've gone with Dandelion...

"I can't sleep with you staring at me," Geralt grumbled and Jordan rolled her eyes, as she was sitting on the edge of the bed with Corrine sitting in a chair beside her.

Jordan grunted, then had a thought, "Try thinking of...heavy rain. The sound of it hitting the ground," Jordan advised and Geralt grunted, "Now, imagine you're sitting on a porch with an iced tea in your hand. The air is damp, but not cold. It's around early spring when everything is misty and hazy, and the breeze is thick with the smell of fresh lilacs and peony flowers," she said in a softer voice and Geralt hummed, actually dozing off.

Soon enough, Geralt was out and Corrine smiled at Jordan, "What?" Jordan whispered.

Corrine giggled, "Nothing...you just know him very well," she said, "There's a connection there. It's sweet," her words were thoughtful, which Jordan appreciated...

But everyone thinking that she and Geralt were together was getting a little old...