#VERSE ;; The Beast of Beauclair (The Witcher)

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✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 —@dcvium ↳ ❝ We all do our share of murdering around here, don’t we? ❞ - For Syanna

The statement takes her by surprise as she sits in a tavern, having chosen the perfectly secluded corner so she could blend into the shadows, not wanting to be seen or found. And yet...she seems to have gotten the attention of someone. The noblewoman lets out a sigh, putting on a facade that showed she did not care--- that it did not reach her at her core. ❝ That's a pretty bold statement to make. ❞

She soon brushes it off with a smile, introducing herself. ❝ I'm Syanna. What's your name my strange friend? ❞

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Investigating this fire would be a start. "Thank you Dettlaff. I appreciate it. Yes, please lead me there." She felt there was more she could thank him for...more she had to say to him. But she wanted to take it easy and slow with him, feeling nothing could ever shake the guilt she held inside her still.

However, Syanna knew she had to stay focused, trying to help rescue one of the girls supposedly born under a black sun. That was her goal now --- to help others like her. If she could save a life and in turn many more, then it was worth it. Of course the noblewoman began to wonder how this fire got started, already having some assumptions coming to mind.

"I have my assumptions. No doubt this fire involves the girl I'm looking for but --- I wonder if she started it deliberately or if someone else started it, maybe trying to scare her off or get rid of her? I need more details, but no doubt others are hunting her. Whenever someone thinks you are different from them and a danger, it's what they do best." She stated with disgust, not liking how it always came down to that.

Which was why it best to get to her in time. To help prevent another tragedy from happening.

There was a moment Dettlaff considered just revoking his offer, but he decided against it. He had offered his help and he'd follow through with it. "Like I mentioned earlier, there had been a fire in the area a few days ago." he answered. "I don't recall seeing a knight or anyone else that might stand out. I rarely walk among humans though."

Despite isolating himself, especially after the events in Toussaint, he still had to walk among humans at times. It would be impossible for him to entirely avoid human contact. He had tried enough times. Sooner or later he came across someone or had to engage with them. This was a world of humans after all, not vampires. Sometimes he dreamt about what it would be like to live among his own, to live where his kind came from. It would remain a dream though. He had to come to terms with the fact he had to share a world with beings he didn't really understand. The vampire had always wondered how Regis managed to adapt so well. Surely hiding his true nature wasn't always possible, but he always seemed to get back on his feet, managed to get along with humans just fine for the most part. It was admirable to Dettlaff, especially knowing he'd probably never be able to adapt as much as his friend could. It would never work. At least not in the long term.

"I remember where the fire was. I can lead you there." suggested the vampire. "There might be some clues. I never bothered to ask people about it, but if you ask around, you might find out what happened."

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Syanna’s Verses Moodboard: The True Beast of Beauclair (The Witcher / Main & Canon)

Sylvia Anna... A lovely name, don't you think? This beauty should come as no surprise, given it's the name of the daughter of a duke and the sister of a duchess. Yet the fate Syanna (as her intimates called her) met was not as beautiful as might have been suspected for one so well-born – though, as it turns out, she had in truth been born rather inopportunely. She came into this world during an eclipse and thus fell victim to the panic surrounding the Curse of the Black Sun, which was said to affect young girls from ruling families birthed in similar circumstances. Though Geralt had serious doubts whether this curse truly existed, many claimed it caused horrible mutations which filled its victims with cruelty and a desire to kill.

Syanna's parents certainly seemed to be among the believers in the curse, for they deemed her too dangerous to be allowed to remain at court and forced her into exile. Syanna then fled to Nazair and soon, for all intents and purposes, dropped off the face of the planet.

Anna Henrietta, full of sisterly love and compassion, spent years mourning the absence of Syanna, who had officially been declared missing and presumed dead. When she surfaced again, however, their reunion was not one of familial joy. Syanna despised Anna Henrietta and did not wish even to speak to her.

This reluctance might have had something to do with the fact that, moments earlier, Syanna had been unmasked as a murderer...

Details/Headcanons:

1. Follows the different canon routes of Blood & Wine where Syanna can either forgive her sister, or not, or ends up in Dettlaff’s clutches or somehow escapes into the fablesphere. 

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THROUGH FIRE & WATER // FANDOM VERSE

fandom verse. the witcher. a physical manifestation of chaos, alec is a golden dragon - a rare & sterile mutation of the more common variants. born is secret, alec was raised in his human form for all of his life, though he was educated in what he truly is.

verse:→ alec lightwood // through fire & water (v. — the witcher) verse status: FANDOM VERSE, open for interaction

verse-specific notes

Born & raised near Beauclair in Toussaint - part of the Nilfgaardian Empire. This is especially helpful for him, given Toussaint maintains high level of autonomy & the Nilfgaardian Empire does not tend to impose imperial authority on its internal affair or violate its borders for the most part.

Because he is a descendent of a golden dragon, Alec is skilled in polymorphism. He only possesses a limited ability - he can only take one form; his human one with striking blue eyes & black hair.

as a magical beast, Alec can use some limited magic.

Dragons are extremely rare in both fandom-related aspects of each verse, so much to the point they're believed to be largely extinct.

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by hellstrider

"Do not become the fool who runs, Geralt. Promise me."

Words: 5584, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Thousand Miles Verse

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Dettlaff van der Eretein/Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, blood and wine, Bringing in Witcher 3 lore, The Beast of Beauclair, Vampires, turning, Vampire!Jaskier, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Graveyard Sex, we love that for them - Freeform, Despite the title there is no heartbreak, in fact this is a fix it, Magic convenient bag that somehow is always nearby when they need lube

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✨ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ✨ 「 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 ─ Anyone! 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 ─ Dettlaff Van der Eretein 」

“When you’ve been alive for a couple of centuries, you kind of have to develop a different attitude towards life.” The Higher Vampire stated, arms crossed. He wasn't like the rest of his kind-- wild and young, having a party by drinking off of an unlucky victim who seemed to pass by, the scent of their blood like wine to them. Dettlaff tended to care for the others, being kind to innocents who showed him the same in return and dealing with any criminals that deserved what they would get.

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✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @rosawept ↳ "looking for something?" - Aurora & Dettlaff

The Higher Vampire pauses, looking at the other before him. He had sensed another of his kind here, curiosity getting the better of him, only to find himself in a book shop of all things. It seemed they all had their own preference for certain professions.

Dettlaff decided to answer her question. After all, it would be rude if he didn't. "Yes, I am looking for any books you have on toy making. I run a shop of my own, repairing children's most beloved friends." It wasn't a lie, but he also knew that others of their kind sometimes preferred to stick to themselves. Dettlaff had always been different from that mentality. How would she be?

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"I tend to look after the lesser ones of our kind. I'm a leader and a caretaker too you could say." He didn't know why he had suddenly become a bit nervous, but perhaps it had to do with talking about his pack. After all, most vampires tended to themselves, but not him. If anything, this was usually something he had been picked on for in his youth.

Looking for a change in topic, the higher vampire realized he had barely asked anything about her. Wanting to know more about the person before him, he thought he should ask something. However, he wasn't as smooth as Regis was when it came to interacting with others.

"You look...beautiful by the way." Dettlaff paused, mentally starting to curse himself with this. How did he do this with Syanna? But then again, she was probably a bad person to judge this off of.

"Toussaint..it's been ages since I've been there." she sighed as she started to walk. She spent some time there when she was a lot younger and had not returned since. Rose had heard about the things that happened in Toussaint with the beast and all, but she didn't think much of it. Vampires killing humans was surely not something she approved of, but it was nothing new to her. It was comforting to know that things had returned to normal rather quickly, at least from what she heard.

Rose took a deep breath, enjoying the cool night air. It was nice to know he enjoyed her company as much as she did his. She couldn't remember the last time she had such pleasant company. Something that surprised her was that he didn't make any comments about her unique appearance or ask about it. Usually her albinism was something people, even fellow vampires, couldn't resist being curious about.

"What else do you do when you're not working on toys?" she asked curiously. Most vampires had many skills and hobbies. Their long lifespans allowed for it. No need to be concerned about not having enough time for something. If they had one thing, it was time.

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Syanna nodded, leaving the room to go retrieve them something to eat for breakfast. Having been used to being on the run before and needing to watch her surroundings, blue eyes carefully scanned the area when she went to go request a meal for them. Nothing seemed to be out of sorts, but there was no doubt it would catch up with them soon.

The noblewoman made her way back upstairs, continuing to prepare herself for their journey, trying to finish her packing. Not long after, there was a knock at the door as a servant arrived with their food. Syanna handed Eskel his portion.

"Ah, well, hopefully it meets to your appetite. They tend to love adding Nilfgaardian Lemon to almost everything. I guess I could see the appeal, though I much prefer what they make in Toussaint." Perhaps she was starting to feel a bit homesick. However, she couldn't stop here and now. She would see this through and finished. "Once we are done, I think it's best to get going. I don't know...I have this feeling they might be catching up to us soon."

Eskel's viper eyes turned her way as she woke, studying her and her familiar sapphire pair, before rising to his feet and putting some more wood on the fire while she woke herself up, starting to prepare for their departure. He did likewise, retrieving his cloak, equipment and weapons, while raising a hand to remove the magical trap Signs that had been safeguarding their inn room for the evening. No doubt it would prove a necessary precaution no matter where they stopped, be it a city, town, village, inn or way out in the woods when they camped along the way. Standard procedure for a Witcher. Just a matter of time before some fool knight or bounty hunter got word of the Duchess' bounty and tried to collect. To save the hapless royal damsel kidnapped by the brutish mutant... the narrative that had likely been spun by now, or would be at some point. At Sylvia Anna's accented voice, the Witcher looked over her way again, scarred visage returning her smile, nodding, his deep, calm voice speaking up to her in turn after some consideration.

"Feel free to order something for us, might as well get a sample of the local Nilfgaardian cusine, while I'm in the Empire. See how it holds up to Lady de Trastamara's cooking as well. There will be plenty enough of my cooking on the Path as it is. Still, be careful. If there's any trouble, or you are recognized, I'll deal with it."

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Not long after their journey, Dettlaff was greeted with the sight of the city that would be their new home. At least for now. Taking in a deep breath, he felt as though he could put everything behind him now (because it was.) This was a chance for new opportunities. With it, he already started coming up with plans on a new toyshop he would open up and figuring out where to place signs for it.

But perhaps he shouldn't be getting himself carried away so quickly. It was best to get settled in. Understand the new area they were in and it's inhabitants.

With this, blue eyes glance over to his companion. "Regis, surely you know where we are going? Where is a good place to call our own?" He would trust in him with this one, wondering if he had more knowledge of the area than he did.

His horse whinnied at the vampire's slight weight as he climbed up into the saddle and caught his friend's eyes. He smiled and nodded to the road. They rode off together in a comfortable, companionable silence, eager to see this place behind them.

Everything was going to be alright. Those were his last thoughts on the subject. They would both heal from this entire debacle.

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Dettlaff chuckled over this. "Of course. I hope you do not mind some place like a cave or a dark castle. Maybe even a cemetery? We tend to move from place to place just to change things up, but also to make sure we avoid suspicion."

For now, his packs current residence was in a cave that he had turned into quite the comfy home. Even if the Katakan and others of his kind didn't need those kind of luxuries, he still welcomed them all the same. "Here we are. I can introduce you to the others. Do not be alarmed by them, especially the Ekimmas. Some won't understand your language, but I have a say of speaking to them."

"It's not really simple, considering how many vampires are loathe to do it. Territorial, you know... Well. Maybe you wouldn't."

"I- Thank you." Sebastian nodded. "You are very kind. I hope you live somewhere dark..."

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She felt moved by the other girl's words. No one else had ever spoken to her in such a warm and supporting way before...at least not before Dettlaff. At the mention of the higher vampire's name, Syanna feels that all too familiar pain in her heart-- the feeling of regret and guilt for all she had done to him.

With a sigh, the noblewoman answers. "I suppose I did have someone like that at some point. Granted...he was a higher vampire, but...he wasn't the beast everyone would make him out to be." Syanna paused. "My plan for revenge is what led to his downfall. I was so blinded by my goal, I didn't mind who I took with me in it, even someone who showed me the first decent bit of affection since being exiled."

Blue eyes look up at her. "I've learned from it all now. You are the first true friend I've made since then."

"No one does," Renfri replies with a kind smile. "And you deserve to have all the company you want." Syanna has certainly been kind to Renfri. And Renfri knows from experience how hard it can be being "cursed" by the Black Sun. So she truly hopes that Syanna gets what she wants.

"I hope I can make you feel less alone." Syanna definitely makes Renfri feel that way. "And that if you need something or someone specific, you find that too." Renfri truly wishes the best for Syanna, wanting the other woman to find happiness.

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Syanna had served her sentence, accepting her fate in the cells. It was not the most ideal place to be, or comfortable, but she would go through with it looking forward to the chance to make up with her little sister. Even if things were rough right now, there was at least a sense of hope now. It helped to heal the wounds of her past, slowly but surely.

After many visits with her sister, she was informed that today would be the day -- she would be moving back into the castle. Syanna wasn't how to deal with that. The castle might give her painful reminders, along with whoever was serving under her sister. There was also no doubt others might still whisper about her under their breath anytime she walked by.

But yet, she wanted to give it a try. It was all she could do at this point. She wanted to make amends. Being locked up in a cell with nothing but her thoughts gave her much time to think things over.

When the guards came to collect her, she quietly followed them, being led to what would be her new room. "Hello my darling little sis." The noblewoman glanced around the room, taking in the view. "I see you've changed things. Or at least it looks like you have." It was nothing like she remembered it being. Then again, it probably didn't help that she didn't want to remember anything of her past.

She noted the collection of books in the room, especially the Land of a Thousand Fables book. And a bottle of Sangreal wine, exclusive only to those of the ducal table and royal family in Toussaint. It was clear Anarietta had put effort into trying to make her feel welcomed and at home. "Hmm...what a welcomed surprise. Thank you. Shall we have a bottle together right now?" She asked, gesturing towards goblets for the wine.

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It was hard for the duchess to hide her nervousness. Today her sister would move back into the palace after spending a long time in a cell. She had hated the fact that Syanna was locked up like that, but she knew she had to be punished for her crimes. If it was any other person, they would have been sentenced to death on the spot, but not her beloved sister. She was well aware of the fact her personal feelings clashed with her duty as the ruler in this case. What was she to do though? There was no way she could treat her like a common criminal.

Was she shocked by what she had done? Yes. It took her a long time to accept the fact that her own sister had planned to murder her, for she was bitter and filled with anger and sorrow. Despite it all, she didn't want to give her up. They used to be so close and there was hope. On the surface it seemed she had forgiven. She wanted to believe they could repair what was once destroyed.

Anna Henrietta had tried her best to keep Syanna safe and even though she was in the dungeon, she was well taken care of. She made sure of that and she had made an effort to visit her as often as her duties would allow it. The past few days had been especially busy though. A tourney was on the way and preparations had to be made of course. A meeting was long overdue between the siblings though.

The duchess paced around the room impatiently. It was Syanna's room. At least it was the one she had prepared for her to live in. A lot of things were going through her mind. How would she adjust to this new life? Did she still feel resentment? Henrietta immediately perked up when she heard footsteps approach. The guards were leading her here. "Syanna, my dear sister!" she uttered as they entered. The guards didn't even get to introduce her.

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The noblewoman was awoken by the morning sun poking in from outside. Syanna rose from her peaceful night's sleep with a yawn, stretching out her limbs and preparing for another day's journey ahead of them. At this point she was starting to get used to this routine, knowing exactly what to do from here.

She glanced over at the resting witcher who had been watching over them in the middle of the night, giving him a smile. "Good morning my dear Huntsman. Shall I order us some food before we hit the road or will you surprise me with something homemade?"

Although she knew Eskel would tell her if something was out of sorts, it was best to be careful than sorry. They couldn't linger in one place for too long otherwise those looking for them would catch up, and that was the last thing they wanted.

"To you as well... and indeed you will."

Eskel's deep, calm voice returned to Sylvia Anna with a nod and smile of his marred visage, viper eyes watching as the noblewoman made her way to the bed and lie in it. Then he turned his gaze back to the blazing fireplace, and before long he sensed she had drifted off to sleep. Closing his eyes at last from where he sat, he began to meditate, enhanced senses reaching out within miles of their surroundings. It was for the best, under the circumstances. This way he could rest and keep his senses sharp for any possible surprises in the night. The Witcher would sooner the magical traps not have to be the wake up call, would rather be ahead of any threats, be it monsters, mutant hating townsfolk or would be Knights and bounty hunters wanting the Duchess' inevitable offered reward. He stirred now and again to put more wood on the fire to keep it going, but apart from that remained in the seat before it, allowing the evening to pass them by steadily, the morning sun gradually rising as well, fortunately without event, for the moment.

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Syanna took his words of advice to heart, chuckling warmly at them. It was funny how destiny brought them together. She hoped it was having a good laugh. While normally she would have tried to rush things before, she didn't want that to be the case this time, only having things grow and unfold naturally. She had learned from her time with Dettlaff. "You're right. No sense in arguing on that one."

With that, the noblewoman went back to her side of the room, getting into her own bed. However, her eyes were locked on him, watching him. "Good night, Eskel. Sweet dreams. I'll see you in the morning."

Blue eyes watched him for a little, getting lost in her own thoughts, before finally drifting closed as she began to fall asleep.

The Witcher's viper eyes, illuminated in the leaping flames, turned away from the fireplace and moved Sylvia Anna's way again in the wake of his remarks, the moment he heard her rising up from the bed slowly and crossing the room towards him. He remained seated and silent where he was for the moment, looking up into the noblewoman's sapphire eyes. Keeping his guard up, ready to act, uncertain of the dark haired beauty's intent... before she made it clear unexpectedly, settling a gentle, soothing hand upon his marred visage, settling on his scarred cheek. He listened to her no less gentle or welcome, fond words... not for the first time sensing the connection and attraction between them, be it natural, an act of destiny, or both. He had seen far stranger acts of destiny than a man and woman bound together in the same pasts and purposes. Temptation and desire were evident, even as they teased one another. Not rushing anything. They both seemed to share an undercurrent of understanding, as they had from the start... it endured, and only seemed to grow. In the wake of her confession and sentiments, he nodded at last with a faint but genuine returned smile, taking her free hand into his own, squeezing it firmly but gently. Finding his words, his deep, calm voice murmured back to her again, more quietly than before, as though others might be near eavesdropping on them.

"There are two kinds of evil in the world. The evil people do, and the evil that they allow. Stregobor and his kind were the former, as were you and Dettlaff, and there is the evil that people allow. I was the latter, with my neutrality. Still. Glad to have someone's approval. Someone with equally stained hands. Only fitting, for those like us, our past mistakes and destiny putting us hand in hand to try and make amends for them. Finding myself fond of you as well. Not every day fate allows you to meet your own reflection, I reckon. Far more lovely than I imagined it would be."

Then, before he knew it, she descended upon him, replacing her hand at his cheek with her lips, kissing him slowly and tenderly there. Invitingly. When her lips retracted, their faces remained close together, still holding her hand as he read her features... heard her quickened heartbeat with his enhanced senses. It would not do to resolve tension so quickly... would feel forced. He would sooner it happen when it happened, when it was right... it was early yet, all things considered. Even so, he felt the temptations she likely did, to kiss her on her full lips and join her in the bed... whether or not anything more than sleep happened there. Yet for the moment, he maintained his discipline... not about to underestimate her, even if he thought it unlikely she would pull a femme fatale bit on him. At least not yet. He was no Dettlaff anyways, to be taken in by a pretty face and manipulated, and she likely knew that. The challenge made things all the better, seeing who weakened first... until it became unbearable for each. A sort of foreplay in and of itself, before the actual foreplay. He could almost imagine all the upset nobles, knights and others who would want to court the Duchess' sister... and the Duchess herself unlikely to approve of her keeping the company of a Witcher like him... a true outsider mutant, unlike Geralt with his knighthood and renown in the duchy. Smirk deepening at her teasing words, he leaned back a bit further in his seat, viper eyes continuing to appreciate her visage so near to him. Low, languid tone returning her teasing... and making an offering at the same time.

"Long journey ahead of us yet, Red Riding Hood. Imagine there will be plenty of time for misbehavior at some point on it. Not the easiest thing to avoid, in my experience on the Path. With the right sort of Lady. No sense in rushing it. Better to let things come to us naturally. A lesson I learned about destiny, and dealing with others."

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Blue eyes glance up at the witcher, surprise written in them. Syanna quietly listens to him speak, recalling the fact he had mentioned something before about the girl that was his child surprise and was also born under a Black Sun and taken into his care. Just like before, she could still tell how much it still hurt Eskel. No one understood what that pain was like more than Syanna herself. Maybe this journey would give him as much healing as it would her. They had both been affected by the lies and superstitions surrounding the Curse of the Black Sun in different ways.

There was no doubt destiny was linking them together for this reason now. They had to be the ones to end it.

Unable to help herself, Syanna slowly makes her way over to him, carefully and lightly reaching out for him, so as to let him know she isn't attacking him, just...adding all the pieces about him together. Reading between the lines on his words. She lightly places her hand upon the scar on his cheek, already understanding who he must have received this from, sympathy conveyed in her eyes. After all, scars tell stories too. She understands this all too well herself. "For what it's worth...even though I would have liked to meet you before I screwed everything up, I'm glad to have met you now, Eskel. And I'm sure that your child surprise felt the same way too, even if she was blinded by her pain and vengeance. It's hard not to like you."

She chuckled warmly, feeling drawn to him like a magnet, wondering if she could part from him now that she was actually touching him. It did feel like destiny was at play here, feeling some force bringing her to him. And oh...how she would really love to be held in his arms right now, but she must reel herself in. Even if she knows Eskel will be nothing like Dettlaff, she doesn't want to drag him down and lead him down that path. He's already been through enough.

With this, Syanna decided to plant a kiss upon the scar on his cheek, almost as if it would help heal it for him. "If you insist then, my dear huntsman, I'll behave and get myself to sleep. You're right, it is best if we don't stick around in one place for too long."

"Learned my own lessons too late as well, for what it's worth. Acted much later than I should have. Could have prevented a great deal of death and suffering, long ago, but my dithering over a destiny I never expected to receive ended up setting it all off in the first place. With plenty of help from Stregobor and his magical cronies of the Council of Mages, of course. All believing in the Curse of the Black Sun... or making it a reality. Many innocents paid the price for what we both did and didn't do."

Eskel's deep, calm voice returned to the black haired noblewoman between bites and sips of his meal, looking back to the blazing fireplace and considering it all deeply. Memories and images returning to him, of Deidre and all the others. Of Sabrina. The thought of the crimson haired Sorceress troubling him, even now. However many years she had been dead for. He was certain it would always be that way, where Sabrina Glevissig was concerned. He had been unable to take revenge upon her... had avoided her for years... now he had to settle for Stregobor and perhaps Eltibald. Two mages he had never met... despite knowing their culpability. Maybe it was a blessing the Witcher wouldn't have to face her again, after Kaer Morhen and their other encounters over the years. Memory of Deidre's flashing blade, impacting in his gut and making several slashing passes over his face. Sabrina hovering over his bed afterwards in the keep, tending to his wounds. Deidre's face in the streets of Ban Gleán, when his silver sword had impaled her... the look of shock and betrayal writ large, the blood and rain running down her freely. His jaw tightened, and he pushed aside the bitter, evil memories and the conflicting emotions they drew. At last, with a grim chuckle and shrug of his silver spike covered shoulders, his viper gaze moved from the fire and back to Syanna's sapphire pair, where she resided on the bed. Low tone speaking up again, moving them on.

"Well... reckon it does little good for anyone to dwell on the path not taken. Not that it stops everyone from doing so anyways. Can't change what has been. Just try to clean up the mess afterwards... as I have done before. You should get some rest soon, need your energy, and so we can be on our way again. Not expecting your sister's bumbling knights to find us here, but I'd sooner keep as much distance from Toussaint as possible. It's more word spreading of a reward we will have to be concerned about, locals finding out and being eager to collect. Rather not have to kill any of the local bounty hunters, just men trying to earn a living, like me. Best not to stay anywhere longer than we need to, until we reach Kovir."

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