Jaskier has gone missing ever since the mountain.
Borsch is the only one who knows where he is, so Geralt begs him to share this precious information.
The golden dragon agrees, but that is only if he can complete a task. There is a dragon who recently lost its chosen mate, falling into a deep depression. At this rate, it may die of heartbreak.
Convince the dragon to continue living, and Borsch will let Geralt see his bard.
What Geralt doesn't know is that Jaskier is the dragon, a secret he kept from the witcher all of this time.
The dragon was a pale blue; a part of Geralt wondered whether, under better circumstances, it would be a more lively, vibrant shade.
“Borch told me about you,” Geralt said, slowly approaching the blue dragon. “That you lost your mate.”
The blue dragon lay curled into a ball at the back of the cave. It looked defeated. Not quite dead, but not living either. Geralt reached out to gently stroke the dragon.
“I lost my mate as well,” Geralt whispered, “but unlike you, I lost my mate because I was stupid.”
The blue dragon huffed almost like he agreed with Geralt.
“Jaskier was….” Geralt's voice trailed off, uncertain of how to answer. “ Complicated to fully understand. He loved so openly that there were never any strings, even when there really should have been. He saw the good in the world despite everything.”
Geralt paused for a moment before finally finishing the thought. “Jaskier saw the good in me.”
The blue dragon looked at Geralt as the witcher kept talking. “Borch told me that dragons can die of a broken heart. How about you and I go out together? Just two broken hearts.”
The blue dragon became encased in blue light before finally leaving; in its place was a rather familiar bard.
“Purpose a jointed death, is a rather odd way to tell someone you love them.” Jaskier declared
