#th.bea

“welcome to the golden sturgeon,” bea remarks. “sit down’n i’ll get your order in a minute, sir!” bea flitted around the bar, smiling to herself as she goes to take the new patron’s order. bea has always been a bright force, ginger hair curling down her back tonight. it seems she would serve a witcher tonight. no matter. she was good friends with geralt of rivia...through cirilla...and dandelion...

“ciri! you’re back! tis good to see you. come sit. i’ll have harold bring us something to drink.”