Bᴀᴛʜs & Dᴇʙᴛs
"Too lost and hurting to carry your load,
We all need someone to hold."
Geralt comes back the next day in one piece, and the group of three travel to another town close by. The whole adventure was just full of Jaskiers rambles, instrument playing, and singing. Which Reika didn't mind, since she was keeping herself busy with helping Jaskier find lyrics to Geralts last job. Of course, that also meant that she tried to throw some shade. She was still kinda pissed he didn't let her go along to fight the cursed demon princess. That would've defiantly of been interesting to see in person...
Once the three make it up into the high snowy mountains, they came across a inn, in a tiny town. Almost immediately the two found a job, and went off to kill the Selkimore bothering with the towns local lake.
The job was fast and simple, but defiantly nerve racking for Reika. One thing she wasn't the greatest at was swimming, which she knew would be a slight issue. Geralt basically did the dirty work of being completely swallowed by the beast, while Reika distracted the humongous water monster. After a few wolf bites to the Selkimores neck, she then drags it completely out if the water, and onto the slippery ice.
Not even a minute later was the monster ripped apart from the inside, due to her brother. Selkimore guts fly everywhere, and onto Reikas white fur coat.
This left the two siblings completely cold, drenched, and smelly. Reika was practically running back to the inn, desperately needing a warm chamomile bath."See?" The siblings hear Jaskier say once they enter into the inn, and watch the townspeople completely gawk at the sight.
"Oh. What's that stench?" One person asks while the two completely enter the inn, and walk passed the towns people slightly annoyed.
"Selkimore guts." Reika says to the man snarky-like while eyeing the man who asked such stupid question. Everyone in this town knew what they were up against, so obviously Reika was annoyed when one of them became oblivious.
"Had to get it from the inside. I'll take what we're owed." Geralt explains to the man, before watching Jaskier finally decide to acknowledge the two, and look away from his notebook.
"Toss a coin to your Witcher, O' valley of plenty, Whoa..." Jaskier starts singing causing the older man in front of the Witcher's to hand the pouch of coin towards Geralt, before all of the people in the inn sang along with Jaskier. This only caused the two siblings to walk towards the bar unamused, to buy themselves a pint of beer.
"You're welcome. And now, Witcher's, its time to repay your guys debt." Jaskier comments while slyly leaning beside Reika with a smile. The girl just remained quiet, clearly not up to talk to the man at the moment. Geralt does the same thing, but only swishes the alcohol in his mouth, before spitting it onto the floor.
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𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚:ᴊᴀsᴋɪᴇʀ (discontinued)
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