#mariboer

[twicexbladedarchived]

❛ kill me if you must. i’ve nothin’ to live for anyway. ❜

an inhale, a frown settling on aged features at triss’ words. stubbornly, the witcher shook his head, hands reaching to cup her face and have her look at him. he blamed himself for this, knowing that he had taken too long with menge and let triss at the mercy of the witcher hunters and their torture. he had warned her, was against the idea of taking in, in fake, as a way to get into the witch hunters quarters, and all for the sake of finding out where dijkstra’s gold was, not to mention where dandelion was, the one, albeit untrustworthy, source of information about ciri’s whereabouts.

“don’t say that, triss... you survived. you’re fine. the mages need you. herbalists, alchemists. think of your plan of getting them out of novigrad. they need you. they’re gonna be lost without you.”

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[rashidakazaan]

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【 ⚔️ 】— Kovir was certainly different from the vast deserts and jungles of the East. The land of the far north was cold and cloudy, with almost no sunlight save but a few hours a day. Rashida had to wonder how most people stayed sane in conditions such as this. 

      Perhaps it was due to the heavy influence of mages here. So many magic and potion shops; and due to a recent influx of refugee mages fleeing from Redania, the city she was visiting even had a “Mage’s quarter” where most resided. Finding someone to fix her medallion then, wouldn’t be too much of a problem.

         The tall woman let the door close behind her, the bell tied to the top dingling back and forth as she approached the counter with the silver trinket in her hands. Placing it down on the counter revealed that the clasp had broken off, and what remained of the face of the Manticore had been chewed up. Judging from the teeth marks and the way it had broken, one could guess that she had lost her silver sword somehow, gotten desperate, and beaten some kind of monster off with it and it broke in the process.

       Her words were short, sweet, and to the point, hinted with an accent from a faraway land.

        “You fix?”