The Witcher The Swallow and The Monster

The Romantic Sorceress

(F/N) walked up to the Keira's hut, he made sure to wipe the dirt off his armor, he wanted to look as presentable as possible. The witcher walked up to the door, and knocked, he put his hands behind his back and took a few steps back.

He swallowed slightly, the metallic taste of blood was still prevalent in his mouth, he heard the sorceress from inside shout, "Come in!"

(F/N) swallowed, he was about to open the door, but then he realized he didn't have anything to give her. He looked around and saw some tall dandelions in the distance, "God...what's wrong with me." He reached down and pulled the dandelions out of the ground, he felt like a horny teenager, he had annoyed Ciri plenty of times when he actually was one. He walked back to Keira's hut and opened the door, he cleared his throat as he walked in.

He heard the sound of humming, he walked towards the humming, sure enough Keira was looking at what looked to be a ghost, its completely black blurry figure was illuminated by a green glow. The glow was coming from the lamp, that he had helped her get from the elf's hideout. (F/N) swallowed, "Hello, Keira."

The sorceress turned around, "(F/N), I wasn't expecting you." She smiled flirtatiously, but then the ghost that was being illuminated started speaking, "But nay, the mage, he says, 'Bring me rats! And healthy ones! Not something the cat dragged in!'" Keira quickly knelled down and fidgeted with the lamp, the green glow stopped emitting from it, "That's interesting. What's this about rats?"

Keira picked the lamp up and set it on a table, "Nothing important, I'll explain later. Now tell me - to what do I owe the pleasure?" The witcher swallowed, the taste of her lips still lingered on his tongue, he held the flowers out, "These are for you."

Keira looked at the flowers, she put her hand to her chest, "How thoughtful. My, my, Geralt and Yennefer raised a true gentleman." She took the dandelion's and smelled them, (F/N) looked at his boots. He thought about Ciri, she had seen him at his utter worst, and she had still loved him. Dandelion, the troubadour, had tried to teach him how to be more flirtatious, but it always ended with him trying to teach him poetry, or how to strum a lute, the ladder had worked only once.

(F/N) rubbed the back of his head, "I was going to ride to Novigrad soon. Before I left I wanted to give you these. There part of my way of thanking you for helping me with the Hunt." Keira smiled and bit her lower lip, she narrowed her eyes, "Oh really?" She ran her hands along his jacket, and softly whispered, "And what's the other part?"

(F/N) swallowed and did something he hadn't done since...he couldn't recall, he stuttered the innuendo was too strong, "Well...y-you s-s-said you had a favor to ask of me?"

Keira's flirty nature vanished, she set the flowers on a nearby table, "Oh...that...well...right." She got off of the younger man and smoothed her dress, her cheeks were slightly red, "I did need a favor. And still do. The cursed isle on Lake Wyndamer - you've heard of it, I'm sure. The local peasants mumble incessantly about it, about the wraiths that haunt it. They claim none who go there return."

(F/N) nodded, "That is interesting, wraiths usually indicate a pretty big curse. How'd it get that way?"

Keira shrugged as well, "That's what I don't know! I must break this spell, yet I've been unable to identify its source."

(F/N) sighed, and nodded, "Well do you know anything at all? Even the smallest details make it easier to break curses."

"Well I know a couple scraps. The curse is somehow linked to the tower where Vserad, the lord of these lands, took refuge when Nilfgaard invaded. Claims in the village are that peasants, desperate of hunger, sailed to Fyke Isle to beg for food. Met their end there. It was a massacre. So, will you please help me lift this curse? Triss would always brag about how good you were with curses."