Honey and Sulphur (Witcher/Gaunter O'Dimm story) Completed!

Part five: On the road and an unfortunate meeting

Music by Gustav Mahler.

Content warning for violence (less bloody than the games themselves) and attempted sexual assault.

Regardless, welcome back and I hope you enjoy!

Part five:

O'Dimm was chatty, idle talk, about everything and nothing. One of the subjects was Master Dandelions poetic ballads about Geralt and his escapades. I said I hadn't heard any yet and he expressed his surprise at that and encouraged me to stop by in Novigrad whenever I had the chance. We shared a few laughs.

"Why did you pick him, John? Was there a reason?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to bash my head against a wall. Way too forward.

"You wouldn't know, but he's a despicable man. He became jealous of his mother's new husband, so he beat them both to death. He cheated on his wife, he's a drunkard. She lived in fear of him. Humans are rarely innocent. Yet I am offering him a chance at a life with all he's ever wanted. Three wishes, just for him."

I nodded, relieved. "That makes me feel a little better, I guess."

He walked me all the way to the inn, it was later than I expected it to be, but I only felt tired after he left. He bowed and walked away, telling me to 'sleep well, dreamer'.

Geralt had been meditating when I entered the room, he awoke when I entered.

"I take it you fulfilled the first part of your deal?" he said, his voice gruff from not speaking for a while.

"Yeah. I'm not sure I like it, but best stay on O'Dimms good side."

"He walked you back." Geralt observed. He had probably heard it, the room we stayed in was located at the front.

I nodded. "Will we leave tomorrow, for the von Everec Estate?"

He nodded. He turned back to the fire and I undressed for bed.

Being on the road again was nice. Geralt was more relaxed. He was hunting something bigger this time, a better paying contract, perhaps a werewolf or a leshen and I found a job as well. We met with a kind herbalist, who let me pick herbs for pay. She had a warm, welcoming energy and let me stay in her cabin for a night. However little coin I made, I was glad to at least lessen the burden I was on Geralt.

That day I wandered in the woods, mindlessly picking flowers and herbs. I wasn't familiar with all of them, so whenever something looked or smelled like it could be useful, I picked in anyway. Herbalists dry their herbs and they stay good for a long time, so it didn't matter if I picked too much of the same.

Out of nowhere, I heard a child yell. My eyes, who had been concentrated on the foliage before, shot up.

"Help! There's a beast, help me!"

My heart started beating faster and I quickly scanned the environment. Nothing to see. Again, a few yells, coming from my left. I had ventured off the beaten track long before. A little wary, I followed the high pitched screams for help. I could never take a beast, im no Geralt, but it was my duty as a human being to try and help others. From my satchel I took out the small dagger Geralt gave me.