#gerregis

“In desperation, I took on a contract I should never have taken on, but the end result… well…” Vesemir smiled softly. “It was a contract to find and eliminate a warren of vampires. I began the stakeout well enough, but I was caught by the literal scruff by a higher vampire asking what I was doing. Knowing I was full in over my head, I told him I was a witcher and that I was hired to eliminate the warren, for they were hunting droves of humans. He too was there for that very same reason. I was flabbergasted.”

Geralt knew why and every so often Emhyr would shoot a very cross look to one of his entourage, who would duck their heads, bow, and apologize for him. The crown stopped at the office of the seneschal. A new one had not been named yet and the whole of the previous office was likely both under arrest and under questioning. A new onslaught began when the office of the duchy’s camerlengo accused the Empire of purposefully creating the current situation in the duchy by refusing to acknowledge the problems that the duchy had endured for years. There were murmurs of agreement all around, causing Emhyr to look somewhat stricken and lost. Geralt had enough. A member of his pack was struggling and it was his turn to finally step in.

Geralt groaned, he was having the best dream he’d had in ages. He sat at a table, laden with food. Mountains of it. Before him, smelling delicious, was something he hadn’t had in a long time. It was hunter’s stew. Before the sacking of Kaer Morhen, a pot filled with scraps, leavings and what have you was always on the fire boiling away. Each morning the cauldron was replenished with water, each meal whatever was left from the preparation - scraps of meat, bone, peelings, and usually an onion or five were added. Rumor had it that the pot had been going for over a hundred years and no matter what commotions had happened around the keep, everyone kept feeding the cauldron, and let it boil away happily. Before him was a bowl of the thick and rich broth. Greedily, he took the bowl into his hands and began to drink the broth.