#wickdflower

Geralt listened to what the young woman had to say, thinking over her words, Yennefer coming to mind when the mentions of witches, but he pushed that thought aside for the time being. He grunted when the bag of coin was placed on the table and sighed softly, his jaw clenching for a moment as he exhaled,

“Hmm. Fine. I’ll do it. I shall be around tonight.”

He replied lowly before finishing his pint of ale and picking up the coin, pulling his sheathed swords onto his back and standing up from his seat. 

Hearing news of someones loved one passing always struck a chord in Dominic’s heart, a barely audible wolf like whimper leaving his lips as he smiled sadly and offered her a cigarette,

“I’m sorry to hear that,”

He spoke softly, his emerald gaze looking up at the sky as he lit his own cigarette.”

“Hmm..Well don’t blame me if you start seeing things, Do you need sleeping pills?”