‘ You must be Geralt’s girl. ’ The woman leans back on her horse, smile as easy as it is hard. ‘ Don’t look surprised, with the way he talked about you anyone from Vergen would know who you are. That’s the bad news. The good news is I don’t want anything from you, you’re just another girl to me, but one who’s guardian I happen to owe several favors.’
The smile eases at that, as she dismounts in one swift moment, her armor groaning in protest though, it barely seems to weight her down. ‘ You may call me Saskia, and you’re a long way for anywhere you should want to be. ’
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