« Oh hello you, goodmorning sunshine! » , the bard didn’t waste one single second to make fun of the witcher’s ridicolous look. « I love that alcohol can reduce you worse than how a monster could ever do. », he laughed and tossed some water into a large cup that he then handled to Geralt.
« It’s incredible how well you can handle all of those… » , he made a vague gesture with his hand moving it in circles « ..witcher’s…potions.. but not one single night of drinking games. » , he laughed again. Stopping almost immediately because he surely didn’t want to receive a punch in his sacred intimate parts right in the morning.
« Anyway, yes, you guessed right. Earlier this morning, when you were still in your sweet dreams, I found a peasant crying out in search of someone willing to help him with a … ghost. That’s right, he said ghost! I would’ve not believed him if I didn’t know you and all of those stuff that come your way, of course. »
Jaskier pointed his finger to one side of the tavern, to let Geralt look at one man drinking in a corner. « That’s your guy. He can totally give you more information about the contract, and you can negotiate the price as well. Ah, Geralt, make it a good price. We are a bit out of coins, you know… »
Geralt raised a brow as he grunted and took the large cup, gulping down the water as he sat across from Jaskier, sighing softly,
“I gather he’s been waiting for me, and besides we’re a bit out of coins because of the drinking game, Jaskier. I won’t be doing that for a while.”
He replied before pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. He then nodded and made his way over to the man to make the deal, sitting at his table across from him and beginning to ask for details.
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