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It wasn’t one of the brightest days, nor one of the warmest around the Velen’s territory. One could’ve said, though, that it wasn’t even one of the coldest or worst day among the whole season. It was quite misty, but not so foggy as it could’ve been and probably was mostly during winter - and summer to be honest. God, Jaskier hated those places’ weather.
The bard’s clothes were all dirty, especially his pants, since he and his witcher friend decided to take a very muddy way. Beside, it was probably impossible to find a way that wasn’t muddy at all. Ah, shit, Jaskier needed a new pair of boots and especially new clothes so badly. The fine silk was so ruined. But that was the price to pay to live and write great stories, wasn’t it?
« Geralt... » , he sighed at some point - probably causing the witcher to feel the pain he often felt when the silence was broken. But, come on, he was able to stay silent for at least one hour. That was honestly too much silence for the bard to handle.
« Are you sure... this is the right direction? » , he asked and without waiting for the answer to come he immediately added « And I mean sure as in sure “sure”. Not as in “I once was around this places and I have the vague memory of this being the right way” sure, you know. »
He was quite nervous, and he was not trying to hide it at all. After all they were on the way after Geralt accepted a contract from a village nearby, and that probably implied terrifying swampy monsters and stuff.