ℌɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴋ 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖊.

⠀ Hᴇʀᴇ ⵊ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ. Hᴇʀᴇ ⵊ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴍʏ sʜɪᴇʟᴅ. Mᴀᴋᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ, Wʜᴇɴ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅs ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ-ᴛɪᴅᴇs ʀᴏʟʟ. ⵊ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ, ⵊ ʙᴇɴᴅ, ⵊ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏɪᴇʟᴅ. ⠀

Freya's Skirts, he is spot on.

Does his pyromancy warm his skin idly? She's. . . Asking for a friend, of course.

. . .That's good to know.

|| Sorry for my silence! Back to work after an extended holiday break and just getting back into the swing of things. I hope to reply after some dinner! :)

She will definitely keep that in mind. . .

"None that I can think a Witcher should worry themselves about," she teased with a smirk. "More a'the same here, truly. More drinkin', fightin' and shiteboastin'."

Afternoon greetings from the Queen.

She could really go for a pint right about now.

Does the Witcher care to join her?

Grand! She'll have a cask brought up from the cellar! He can join her in the Great Hall when he's ready.

"Ah, if it isn't the great Master Geralt!" she greeted, sliding him a mug of ale. Doing so causes the head of foam to slosh, some suds running down the side. "Wet yer whistle n'tell me; what've ye been up to since last we met?"

She will miss the Bear.

May the Path bring him plentiful coin and eventually. . . Back to the Isles.