Of all the things Geralt expected to find when he returned home from an excruciating few days at the palace, the Kingslayer training a barefoot horned woman in little more than her underwear in his courtyard was not on the list.
He watched Letho put the woman through a few basic drills before ambling over to join Eskel on the bench.
“So?” he asked, and gestured towards the woman
“Nothing to do with me,” Eskel replied, “Letho showed up with her in his arms a couple of nights ago, said he found her unconscious in a forest”
“Ah, I saw the horns and assumed…” Geralt looked at Eskel and smirked.
Eskel groaned and put his head in his hands “You are never going to let me forget that, are you?”
“Never” Geralt agreed. “Why is she only wearing her underwear?”
“If I may Sir” BB interjected from somewhere behind him, “it is because the young lady declared the skirt and shoes she arrived in to be entirely unsuitable for everyday activities thus refuses to wear them. I have taken the liberty of ordering more appropriate garments from the tailor in Beauclair and expect them to arrive within a day at the most.”
Geralt nodded and settled back to watch the rest of the training session.