Into the Unknown | The Witcher [HIATUS]

three.

Jamie's breath hitched in the back of her throat at the sight of various naked women. They were all so calm and going about their day as if they were not as bare as the day their mother birthed them. She didn't know how to feel, other than uncomfortable. They were actually naked. How was she meant to respond to something like that?

"I think I would have much preferred to stay with Roach." She says in a hushed whisper, which unbeknownst to her, Geralt reacted with an amused smirk.

"Greetings." Came a voice in the distance, an elderly man approached the two of him. His eyes fell to Jamie with a slight squint but that quickly disappeared as he sent a smile to them both, "I am Stregobor. Master Stregobor. Sorcerer."

Geralt eyed him for a moment, "I have a kikimora for Master Irion."

"And I just wanna him ask a couple of questions." Jamie chimes in from behind Geralt, poking around him a little nervously. Obviously using him as some sort of barrier between her and the man.

Stregobor stared down at Jamie for a moment before sending a smile to Geralt, "Yes, well, forgive the confusion. Irion created this tower, by he's been dead 200 years. So, in order to honor him, I've taken his name as my personal sobriquet."

Jamie looked back to the naked women and shivered, "He do that stuff, too?"

Stregobor gave her a bemused look while he answered, "No, this is, uh, this is my own creation. Helps pass time more delightfully."

"Mm." Jamie shifted on her feet while processing that this was all just magic, "I'd bet."

"Because you're hiding, Stregobor." Jamie quickly looked to Geralt, then looking back around at everything. Stregobor was hiding and that's why he was making his stay as best as he could. No matter how disgusting it seemed to her, it did make sense.

Stregobor smiles at him with amusement, "How very clever of you, Witcher. Not often do we see your likeness here in Blaviken."

"Not many of my likeness left."

Stregobor chuckles in agreement with Geralt, but Jamie didn't see how that statement was funny. "Hm. I'd offer you my condolences, but I seem to remember that Witchers don't feel anything."

Jamie scrunched her brows then looked to Geralt, analyzing his face silently while wondering what that meant. Feel anything? As in physically or mentally?

"I'm grateful destiny brought you to me."

Geralt reeled at the very thought and answered stoically, "Marilka brought me to you."

"Oh, Marilka." He paused as if just recalling the girl, "Marilka works for me now and then on matters of great import."

"Does that mean you find Geralt important?" Jamie finally says something again, making Stregobor grow more irritated with the girl, "I mean you had Marilka fetch him, I'm assuming. So that means you specifically wanted him here."