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Tadeáš sat there quietly watching the other man fish for the folded piece of paper from his pocket. Bounty hunting--- a concept he still wasn’t entirely familiar with. Law was stricter in parts of Europe--- and Tadeáš  really couldn’t recall seeing men and women’s faces plastered on walls with a sum included. Some in France, maybe in Italy. Then again, he wasn’t really looking either.

“You get money again for this one?” He questions as he nods at the poster in the others hand. Samuel was a odd character, but nevertheless a kind man with a nice smile. And willing to work with him despite their differences and his heavy lack of understanding. Tadeáš’ targets were at times the same as the ones on Samuel’s posters. He did the killing and the other took the bodies. With some hesitance he speaks once more, “Could... I get money you think?”     @frontierbound​

[duajaakal]

Akhematen could SENSE the younger from a mild away. Color the Jackal surprised--- but pleasantly so. He was all but WAITING for the other to come riding down the road. And he’s greeted with a smile as they catch each other’s gaze.

“Come, come, neb.” The Jackal beckoned, gesturing him towards his tent. “You look like you could use a moment’s rest! A rest and perhaps a drink?”     @wiiaca​

[haaklandian]

a wild sis ! || @saurgan​​ ft. bre : In most cases, she refuses to acknowledge this day existed, however, after Kaas had stumbled into her life, she had a reason to show someone she cared, she finally had family that she could call her own. So, after weeks of planning, she travelled to ofier, purchased the most expensive silk, found some chocolate and a bottle of the finest wine then sent them to where Kaas was with a little note, 'Love from your sister, have a banging good time. Xoxo B.'  

Oh Witcher, you’ve received some goods, was the last of things Kaasamir had excepted to hear upon entering the inn he roomed at for the last few days. In truth, he was waiting for Geralt. They had both agreed to meet here--- merely he had finished his business sooner then his lover it seemed.

Brows furrowed in question as he took the rope tied package back to his room. He picked up traces of Bre’s scent and something oddly familiar--- but it can’t be placed till he opens it. And how pleasantly surprised he was to see it’s contents inside. How had SHE manged to make the time to travel so far out? When did she leave? Bre was so sly with her words--- it’s not shock she could slip away OVER SEAS and be back in such a time frame no one would know she left. The silks are admired ( he’s positive that they are mended from the same skillful hand as many of his other wears ) allowing them to slide through his fingers like a solid liquid. Something he’d be sure to wear soon.

Then his focus landed on the chocolate, coming from Ofier, it would blow anyone here in the north away at it’s rich texture and strong taste. Same for the wine that accompanied the sweets. Both things he looked forward to sharing with his white wolf, when ever he should arrive.

Kaasamir lifted the little note left among the contents. A small smile working it’s way across his features as he scoffed. He’d repay her for the generous act--- one way or another when they say each other again. Already thoughts were filling with ideas. While they might be as grand as the gifts she gave him, she deserved something in return.