Dʀᴀɢᴏɴs "City's on fire but it's beautiful Revolution."
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As the two siblings finished slaying the monster, they walked out of the cave to be welcomed by new faces standing beside Jaskier. Not only were there new people surrounded around, but there was a dead body, along with one of his friend who had Roaches saddle attached over his shoulder.
"I believe those are ours." Geralt tells the man with a stern look, only making him drop their belongings, and throw the well earned money over to the siblings.
"Geralt, they—with the—This woman just killed a man with her bare hands for trying to steal both of your horses!" Jaskier exclaimed to the white haired Witcher, who looked unamused.
"Maybe she'll make a better travel companion then." Geralt fires back at the bard while strapping Roaches saddle back on, only making Jaskier mouth drop in shock. Reika couldn't help but find the bards reaction to be somewhat entertaining.
"Uh, I'm sorry, who are you, exactly?" Jaskier then sassily questions the three standing beside him, clearly interested in conversing with his new possible replacements.
"I am Borch Three Jackdaws. These are my companions, Téa and Véa. I've been looking for you two, Siblings of Rivia." The older man in brown reptilian light armor says to the two, who were looking at the man in interest.
"This is a first for me, and that's saying something. I've very few firsts left. But to dine with the Siblings of Rivia...Both of your adventures are legend." The old man comments with a smile while walking into the inn in the nearby town.
"You're welcome. Est, Est, small." Jaskier snidely comments to the older man, clearly still upset for not being under appreciated. He had managed to successfully persuade the two stubborn siblings to dine with the old man, and hear him out. It took him well over of three minutes of jabbering to finally get them to agree. Jaskier knew they only agreed to shut him up, clearly exhausted of hearing him chatter their ears off. But if he was being completely honest, even he was exhausted from his own actions.
"I supposed you want me to tell you why I've sought out such a accomplished monster hunters?" The old man asks the two while leading them through the crowded bar, ignoring the bards snide comment.
"Don't trouble yourself on our account. I just want food." Geralt bluntly comments, which caused the old man to chuckle.
"I knew I'd like you. That was the first reason." The old man tells the Witcher, while looking around the inn for a empty table.
