𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓 | Ꭺ Ꮐꫀɾᥲᥣt ᥲᥒd Ꭻᥲ᥉kเꫀɾ Ꮮꪮ᥎ꫀ Ⲋtꪮɾᥡ

SHITE MELODY

"It's been a peaceful couple of days since the bard left." Geralt was basking in the sun and talking to his favourite mate, Roach. It was almost noon and the sun was getting hotter but to Geralt, it felt relaxing on the fresh green grass.

Roach neighs. "No I am not consumed by the thought of that Bard, I am just taking a jab at him and stating the obvious which is that he is the biggest fool I have ever encountered!" Geralt got irritated and spoke at a faster pace. According to Roach, Geralt has non stop spoken about Jaskier this whole time.

"Fun is over let's go to work" Geralt put his shoes on and mounted on Roach. "Aren't you a little bit feisty for a horse? That Bard broke my horse!!"  Geralt smirked and Roach neighed.

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Jaskier found a group of men. They seem very jolly and merry. Everywhere he went, people were always hateful, knave and obnoxious. These men knew how to have a good time. They got drunk and sang until they fell asleep on the cart. The bard couldn't be any happier. Ale and songs can fix any poor arsehools' frame of mind. He got so wrecked that yesternight's memory was blurry to him.

"Where are we?" Jaskier said as he rubbed his eye. He was still half asleep, not knowing where is he and what is he doing.

"You are in Posada you Mumblecrust!" The man in a brown vest cracked up and all the men started laughing.

"Where are we? Huh!" The men mocked and mimicked Jaskier.

"That's a bit rude innit?!" Jaskier rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows. I asked a question. Why would they mock me like that? Did I get so intoxicated last night that I forgot what I said and did? Sounds like me though.

"You were the one who blabbed about setting foot in this smellfungus village." A man with long hair spoke up. He was very petite old man and seemed like he was still gin soaked.

"Oh I did! I have never been here though. Seems very simple by the look of it" Jaskier said as he scanned the area.

"I have been here and it is not as simple as it may seem Mumblecrust. It's quite the opposite." The petite man said as he took a bite from his bread.

"Really? How?" Jaskier got this eerie feeling. Whenever he gets them, he comes across something malicious.

"When this village isn't being terrorized by Nan The Hag, the area is allegedly plagued by a variety of creatures, or werethings as the locals call them, including elves, bane, flying drakes and many more." The petite man did not blink and made an unbreakable eye contact only to break it by devouring his whole bread in one go.

"Fascinating" Jaskier gulped. Why did I choose this place again? What got into me? I have never been here! Only heard stories which I don't care about.

"Oi young lad? Did you piss your pants? We scared you good eh!" A fat old man with a crazy eye laughed at him. "Finish your soup skinny boy. Or I'll finish it for you."

These old bastards and their vile mouth. What fun do they get out of mocking a young man. Very jealous creatures I see. They envy my youth. Their days are numbered so jokes on them? Of course. Jaskier did not talk much. Every word he said, it was made a joke. He was tired of being the laughing stock. They were not so nice after all. He sat silently listening to their stories while finishing his meal.

"Want some Gin boy?" The man with the brown vest asked jaskier.

"Good heavens. Do you even have to ask?" Jaskier face lit up after seeing the Gin. I will get woozy again and ummm.... Do something! Better than what I am doing right now.

"Well my boy, you got to sing. In exchange for some Gin. Now sing!" All the men started cheering up for Jaskier to sing. The bard was not feeling up to it. He only sang when it suited him. Extreme happiness or sadness drove him to sing but what can drive him to sing now? Boredom? Eerie? It wouldn't be his best work would it be?

"I'll sing for you beautiful bastards" Jaskier took his lute out. "You asked for this." The bard decided to sing about Posada.

🎶🎶You think you're safe without a care
But here in Posada, you'd be wise to beware
The pike with the spike that lurks in your drawers
Or the flying drake that will fill you with horror
Need Old Nan the Hag to stir up a potion
So that your lady might get an abortion (Abort yourself)🎶🎶

"What in the name of unholy goats was that?" The petite man interrupted.

"It was a song. You asked for this. You get what you asked for." Jaskier said in a cocky manner and a smug face.

"Your song was shite! Utter fustilarian! But it had some wise verses" A man with a giant hat spoke up. "But shite melody skinny boy"

"Thank you and fuck you" Jaskier snatched the Gin and took a sip and instantly spit it out. "What is this stinking poison?"

"Bull's piss" the crazy eyed man started laughing.

"You filthy animals!" Jaskier pushed the crazy eyed man.

"You sell us shit, we sell you piss. Fair trade" they all stated lauging again.

Why do I even bother? I don't need company. Maybe I should become like Geralt the great....with his horse. I could get a horse. Well it's too much work. They stink anyway and shit a lot and eat a lot! I could get a dog, they are good company and very loyal. Wait! Is that? Is that Geralt of Rivia?

Jaskier saw Geralt across a small river with his Roach. What a coincidence! I never thought I would see him again this soon. I made a good decision last night. This place is oozing with monsters and who do you call? Geralt of Rivia! Why am I so excited though? I should be less excited. I don't want to scare him. He stated to wave and cheer "Hey Geralt! Witcher boy! Hellooooo"

Geralt heard Jaskier. He looked up straight across the river and there he was, the little annoying bard who wouldn't stop talking. Geralt sighed. How did he know I would be here? Is he following me? If he is then how I did I not notice? Must be a coincidence!

Geralt was by the river quenching his thirst and Jaskier was still looking at him. Should he approach him? What is he gonna even say? Well that won't be a problem assuming Jaskier will take care of it but how would he face him? Nevermind he is coming to him. Bravo what a day!

Roach neighed. "Oh for fuck's sake stop being so feisty" Was Geralt ready to face Jaskier now? After what happened last time? This cannot be happening! Why am I so afraid? He is not a Monster. He is just a foolish bard with a stupid lute and a fancy costume.

"Why is the skinny boy running?" The petite man said.

"I told you he wouldn't stay here for long. Got scared I suppose." The man with the big hat said.

"He looks like a chicken! Hope he takes care of himself. He is a good lad though, underneath all that shite" the petite man said.