for once, we are in agreement.

“ it’s been months since I last stepped foot into civilianisation. surely, a woman of your. . . status must know if I missed something important. ”

“ gods, what a miserable sight. ”

“ mhm, such a shame. War usually means I get plenty more work. . . though, it always seems to be but a matter of time. ”

“ oh, to break the chain around my neck. ”

“ must I do everything myself. . . ”

“ how utterly dull. ”

“ what isn’t it. ” the old cat scoffed.

“ again? ”

“ my, it has been far too long since last. ”

“ for how long must they continue to perish whilst I stay above ground. . . ”

Her late night thoughts are getting a tad too melodramatic for the cat’s likening. time to prowl the city for a bottle or two of wine.

“ wine. wine is what I need. ”

“ ah, must I do everything myself. ”

“ what is that atrocious stench. ”

“ stable? that’s for horses. ”

“ see, another reason I must be your absolute favourite witcher. ”

“ that’s preposterous and you know it, bard. ”

“ tch. . . might as well toss you out again then. ”