Elder Blood Witcher 37 Ballads And Bullshi

The man wearing yellow and black colours approaches him with sword drawn.

"Master Witcher? Is that beast dead?"

Reima "I don't know, let me check..." He stands up and punches it in the face, causing its head to shudder briefly... "Seems pretty dead to me!"

The sheathes his weapon and introduces himself as Matcest Rhent the captain of the battalion.

Reima "I don't suppose I'm getting paid for this?"

Matcest "You will be paid what you deserve... To dishonour you and ourselves with petty thievery and deception will not be tolerated in Toussaint."

Reima nods and whistles for his horse Epona before collecting some genetic material from the dead Arch-Griffin.

Captain Rhent wishes to bring the monster around the city of Beauclair to show the populace the threat has been eliminated. He "invites" Reima to show off his kill but doesn't forget to mention his reward when Reima starts to refuse. He sighs and agrees to accompany the entourage as they shift the Griffins body onto a large wagon with metal plated supports to hold the ma.s.sive weight. Four large horses pull the cart towards the beautiful sunlit city of Beauclair, even from a few miles away Reima and spot the pristine white palace sitting atop the hill overlooking the rest of the city.

The populace of the city seem to be preparing for some sort of festival as they cheer for their victory over the Griffin. A few hours of what could only be called s...o...b..ating Reima receives word that her d.u.c.h.ess Henrietta wishes to speak with him. He is immediately escorted through the city and towards the palace. During the long walk he picks up hushed whispers about the new boy toy the d.u.c.h.ess seems to have picked up while her husband is away.

They reach the palace where Reima is stripped of his weapons and led inside the huge palace.

Eventually he reaches a room inside the extravagant palace where he is led inside and left with the two people already sitting down together on a large sofa.
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One of them is a woman, d.u.c.h.ess Henrietta to be exact, she wears a very extravagant looking dress with jewels liberally coating her entire body. And the man? He has long brown hair topped with a purple beret and a long moustache... He wears a very identifiable purple jewelled outfit. Dandelion seemed to be singing the d.u.c.h.ess a song while playing his lute but stopped the moment he heard the door open. Turning around he looks joyfully at Reima, "Geralt!...." Before looking confused at the person standing in-front of him.

Henrietta "Is something wrong my flower?" She says is a heavily accented voice... Possible dutch?

Dandelion "No, my Little Weasel... It's just that when I heard a white haired Witcher slew a monster not far from here, I was well, expecting someone else..." He takes a sip from his wine that was sat next to the sofa.

Reima grins at Dandelion, "Ah, you must mean my Father Geralt of Rivia..."

Dandelion "PFFFTTTT" He sprays the red drink onto the table and furniture earning an irritated glare from Henrietta. "WHAT! But I thought, no I know... But.. I thought Witcher's were infertile?... May I inquire who your mother is?"

Reima "Ofcourse. My mother is Yennefer of Vengerberg... I think?"

Henrietta speaks up at his bait. "You think?"

Reima "Well, you know how my Father is around sorceresses... I could belong to anyone of them, but I am mostly sure about Yennefer."

Henrietta nods and decides to change the subject, "So you're the one who defeated the monster prowling our roads?" Reima nods at her question.

Henrietta "Then I must thank you most sincerely... You see with the Summer solstice festival coming closer, many people across the lands have to brave the roads. That beast must have saw an opportunity and decided to lay claim to the mountain path."

Reima "You're lucky I was there... Your soldiers had the right weapons for the Griffin, but I doubt once their formation was broken they would remain in right mind to fight."

Henrietta "This is one of the reasons why I decided to reward you personally... The other was my... Bard, wished to meet his friend again... Says hes always good for new ballad ideas."

Dandelion who seems to have recovered from the shock chimes in, "If you have the time to tell me about your fight with the beast, I would love to write a song about the "White Wolves son saving the summer solstice festival"..."

Henrietta "I would also like to hear the tale of your harrowing experience..." She rests her head on her arms as she says this rather seductively... Whether she ment it or not he doesn't know.

Reima seeing this as an opportunity to cause trouble for Geralt agrees and proceeds to regale them of his confrontation with the Arch Griffin.