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@rohellec  .    a  suspicious  looking  raven  has  come  to  perch  on  the  witcher's  shoulder  :)

leave  it  to  a  raven  to  grant  the  witcher  no  option  for  reply  .    he  must  reply  to  this  one  ,    it  seemed  ,    as  he  sat  upon  the  half-rotted  stump  ,    a  fresh  vial  filled  with  one  of  his  decoctions  in  hand  .    luckily  for  this  little  raven  ,    he  was  just  finishing  up  his  alchemy  ,    which  meant  he  had  plenty  of  time  now  to  turn  his  attention  to  the  bird  at  hand  .    if  he  didn't  know  any  better  ,    he  would  have  assumed  this  one  was  sick  ,    or  else  possessed  and  begging  for  help  with  something  .    it  was  ,    the  witcher  knew  ,    a  spy  .    in  perhaps  the  best  possible  sense  of  the  word        for  geralt  had  not  thought  the  vampire  would  be  returning  quite  so  soon  .    whatever  mood  he  had  felt  moments  ago  was  gone  now  ,    replaced  with  muted  joviality  ,    despite  his  masterful  way  not  to  show  it  outwardly  .

❛        hey  there  .        ❜        he  lifted  a  hand  ,    reaching  out  his  index  to  wiggle  his  finger  carefully  between  the  feathers  at  the  raven's  chest  and  nuzzling  at  the  down  fluff  beneath  it  all  .        ❛        you  found  me  .    guessing  it  didn't  take  you  very  long  either  .        ❜        he  glanced  up  into  the  sky  .    he  sat  in  the  wide  open  ,    and  the  clouds  and  the  blue  toussaint  sky  were  not  obscured  by  branches  or  leaves  ,    which  made  it  much  easier  for  any  of  regis'  winged  agents  to  find  him  .

after  a  thought  ,    geralt  reached  into  the  pouch  at  his  side  ,    bringing  out  a  small  raspberry  for  the  bird  to  eat  .    ❛  thanks  for  finding  me  .    tell  regis  i'll  find  him  soon  ,    wherever  he  is  .    planned  to  return  to  corvo  bianco  .        ❜        a  pause  .    in  truth  ,    he  wanted  to  see  regis  as  soon  as  possible  .        ❛        could  just  tell  him  i'm  out  here  .    can't  exactly  turn  myself  into  mist  to  get  to  him  any  faster    .        ❜        another  small  wiggle  of  his  finger  in  the  raven's  feathers  ,    and  he  finally  dropped  his  hand  .

𐎟܆᭝゜ unprompted  !                𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .

❝ -- Instead of blaming the fool that can’t follow instructions -- who, by the way, ended up poisoning the town’s water supply -- blame the otherwise blameless vendor! ❞

An entire speech had been prepared long before Astarion ever set foot on the cottage’s steps: His reason for being there, who he was, and most obviously, highlighting the idiocy of the humans he spent a majority of his time around. ( Well, used to. ) A company he no longer kept, as he was quickly ran out of the village he hated to admit became something like a home. 

The next steps then became to establish himself elsewhere. So, here he stands, pleading his case, fully engulfed in the pointless details of his tangent:

❝ If you give a man a sword and he kills someone with it, are you to blame for its creation? No. ❞ A dramatic huff to catch his breath, as he disappointingly shakes his head, lamenting the unfortunate events that have befallen him. Feigning his grief, however, is a ploy, and all too easily, anguish is replaced with unsettling glee, ❝ But I’ve heard wonderful things of you, Master Regis... The flock you’ve so expertly integrated into... They love you. ❞ He cannot deny his jealously at being revered, respected, and selfishly he wants the same. ❝ Despite my frustrations, I admire your willingness to serve and perhaps that is where you and I differ. ❞  His mouth twitches into a frown as the tone of his words change: Reflective, apologetic. ❝ I placed my eagerness to earn coin first, before the responsibility I have as an apothecary: To ensure my patrons fully understand the dangers of using poisons. That is where I have failed; now I am without a home, without the trust of the people I used to serve, and am now forced to start over. Forced to ‘ learn the hard way ‘, as they say. ❞ 

A wrinkle creases his forward, as he holds Regis’ gaze, attempting to understand if his words are having an affect. ❝ One vampire to another: If you’ll have me, I would be more than happy to make my amends under your tutelage. ❞

roman had gotten shot again, and while he was used to the stinging pain, he was not used to the recovery time now. the older he got, the longer it took to heal up.

“SORRY YOU GOT SADDLED WITH BABYSITTING THE OLD MAN,” roman said as a joking kindness. he laughed, but that upset his wound a bit more.

𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁: @rohellec​

 “𝙄'𝘿 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙐𝙔 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙃𝙄𝙈, were i you-,” voice is barely above a murmur, easily drowned out amidst the clamor of merchants stalls and vendors, “stock’s mostly dried up or gone bad by the time you get it.” most of the time, kira has no interest in announcing her preference for one trader versus another, certainly amidst the crowded streets of novigrad, but this vendor in particular managed to earn her ire and, above all, she’s particularly skilled in the art of nurturing a grudge.

    “besides,” a hand tucks thick hair behind an ear, a brow briefly perking towards the man aside her as she juts her chin down the tight alley, “if he suspects you of buying anything that could be used for magic, he’s like to set the temple guards on you. hardly a pleasant afternoon, that.” 

Geralt: *stuffing gold and fruit down his pants* What?  Is this the murder weapon?!  

Regis: ......