Elder Blood Witcher 517 A Jolly Occasion.

Reima "Hm, well it was more technologically advance then either of your worlds. They were even able to send people to the moon." he gestures at the incomplete moon above them.

Quelaag "Humph, if you're going to lie then what's the point of saying anything."

Reima scratches his head, "It's true I swear... Look at this." he says bringing his Sony Walkman out.

Everyone looks at it curiously as Reima puts the earphones on Quelaag's head and starts the music player.

Quelaag freezes as she hears music and looks around to see if anyone is playing instruments, seeing no one she pulls off the headphones which removes the music. "What is this? It sounds like there's a band playing in my head... Is it magic?"

Reima "No, it's technology from the other world. It plays songs recorded by other people. Nerissa back me up." he pleads to the young vampire currently stroking Carimir.

Nerissa "En." is all she says as she returns her attention to the cat.

Priscilla holds her hand out to Quelaag, "Let me try."

Quelaag pa.s.ses it over and Priscilla goes through a whole range of different expressions before finally resting on a relaxed one.

Solaire "So, is there any chance we can have a spar soon my friend? Your attack earlier still has my blood boiling for battle."

Reima "Maybe tomorrow, tonight lets just enjoy ourselves." he says, taking another swig and looking around to observe what the other tables are doing. Obviously the most boisterous and loud group were Zoltan, Kuretz, Sieglinde, the Pyreblade known as Bartosz, Ves, Roche, Andre, Vamos and Coaugh. Coming up with random songs no-one had ever heard before, telling loud stories about eachother and their worlds and all around having a good time.

Roche raises his drink and toasts "For a free Temeria!" which Ves follows.

Kuretz laughs and raises his gla.s.s, "I have no f.u.c.king idea where Temeria is but, For a free Temeria!"

Andre "For the honourable and n.o.ble Astora!" he toasts his homeland which everyone joins him in, Vamos's drink flowing down his bony body and staining the chair he sits upon.

Not far from them was a table that seated Yennefer, Triss, Dumbledore, Logan, Grigs, Rickert and Quelana. Triss looks to be interrogating the latter on her style of spell casting. While Yennefer is trying to explain spell formulae to Dumbledore who has an enraptured expression as he listens.

Separated from everyone is Ciaran and Sif, the former sitting atop the giant wolf with a shank of meat in one hand and a drink in the other. Sif himself was chewing on a huge bone that wouldn't seem strange if it'd come from a dragon.

On a table in a more remote spot that hadn't seen much of Reima's final attack sat Ermion, Ciri and Hjalmar. Ciri apparently wished to catch up with the Skelligan's as she was formerly pretty close to them.

Not far from them were Anastacia, Rhea, Quelina and a few other Chaos Servants. They weren't drinking as heavily as everyone else and seemed to be in deep discussion about something important... Though Reima couldn't hear them over the noise everyone else was giving off.

Last but not least was the "Witcher" table, Geralt sat with Vesemir, Eskel, Lambert and Arie. Reima would go and talk with them but he decided to just enjoy the night without worrying about anything. Though, for the Witcher's they were already in a semi-serious discussion.

Eskel "Did Reima ever say what was happening with all of these people after the battle?" he asks.

Vesemir drinks and replies, "Well, he said that their worlds were both in the process of being destroyed... I doubt he'd be sending them back to that which leave us with issue of what to do with them." he says.

Geralt "Hmm, we do owe them for coming to our aid. With Reima and their help I doubt all of us would have made it out alive." he says grimly.

Arie scratches his face, "We can't rightly send them away if they need help, plus we are the last of the School of the Wolf which makes Kaer Morhen almost empty most seasons. Unless you intend to have another go at the trials Vesemir?"

Vesemir shakes his head with a sad expression, "No. Never again, while I may have broke my vow to rid Uma of his curse, it was to help Ciri."

Lambert nods, "If you tried we'd be having issues Vesemir."

Eskel slaps him on the back, "Show some d.a.m.n respect Lambert, we're all above making vague threats. If you got a problem with someone then out with it."

The table goes silent.

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Geralt "Still, it's strange, having a celebration of such a scale here..."

Vesemir nods, "Never thought I'd see so many people present at Kaer Morhen again in my life time."

Arie "I'm surprised at Reima's strength." mutters as he sips his drink.

Lambert scoffs, "Don't think about it, being like the kid and Ciri are in another league. What's the point of worrying over it."

Geralt nods, "From what I've heard it wasn't all that easy either, I'd run in the other direction if I was told to fight a G.o.d."

Eskel "Pfft, my a.s.s Geralt. I heard about you and Yen going off and hunting another Djinn. Atleast you didn't cause another disaster like what happened in Rinde.

Lamert "So, what are you guys thoughts on some of these people..."

Vesemir "I a.s.sume you're not talking about the Prospects or "Normal" looking people." he says with a disappointed look that he'd even bring this up.

Lambert "Yeah, it just doesn't seem normal for us, Witchers to be making friends with what could only be described as monsters."

Vesemir "Keep your thoughts to yourself, it may surprise you that I'm considering making one of those "Monsters" my apprentice."

Geralt grunts, "Hmm, the one called Quelina that seems to see you as an uncle?"

Vesemir smiles, "She's smart, someone who could carry my knowledge with her incase something happens to me."

Arie "I don't see anything wrong with that, she acts like a young girl and the only difference between her and one is her inhuman lower body. Lambert, if you dislike them because of that then you are no better than those racist Eternal Fire c.u.n.ts." he says and takes a swig.

Eskel "Here, here." he says as he raises his gla.s.s and takes a drink, followed by the others including Lambert who sighs and decides to let it go.