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Geralt winced as he eased back into consciousness. Without opening his eyes, he could feel the sun on his skin and heard the faint sound of a bustling street coming from somewhere and there was something heavy on his chest. Holding back a grunt of pain from his throbbing head and aching body, he finally opened his eyes.

He had to squint until they adjusted to the light and once, they were open he found the source of the pressure.

Lying on the Witcher's chest was a small orange cat. It stared back at the Witcher with its green eyes.

Geralt blinked a few times just to make sure he was seeing a cat and the feline was not a figment of his mind induced by blood loss.

"Where did you come from?" Geralt asked. The cat gave a small mew in response.

Taking his eyes off the cat Geralt tried to push himself to a sitting position, the cat hopped off Geralt's chest as the Witcher moved and stood next to his side while still on the bed. But the sudden movement sent a bolt of pain through Geralt's whole body, making the Witcher rethink his decision to move and he collapsed back onto the pillow panting in pain.

The pain seemed to mostly come from his left side, though his right leg and left shoulder. His whole body ached and his head felt like he had been run over after being kicked in the face by Roach when she was in a bad mood.

"Okay, bad Idea," Geralt grunted, once the pain had subsided somewhat.

The Cat trotted closer to Geralt's head and meowed at him as if the cat was scolding him for trying to get up.

"Yeah, your right. Won't be doing that again," Geralt agreed.

He then tilted his head to try and get a better look at his surroundings, it was a bit difficult but Geralt deduced he was in an Inn of some kind. The room from what he could see was not overly large, but it wasn't small either.

Apart from the bed he was lying there was a second bed not far away, it had two packs on it and at least four more were littered around it. Geralt's eyes immediately zoomed in on the brightly Pink coloured pink one. He had to wonder who would have a pink travel bag and even more so who made it.

Apart from the other bed, there were two side tables, one next to each bed. The one next to Geralt had a bowl on it with a towel hanging off it. Likely used by whoever had treated his wounds. On the other side of the room, the Witcher spied a closed wardrobe next to a window that had the curtains drawn in an attempt to keep the light out.

It wasn't working very well as the curtains were too short and had a few holes in them.

"Must be in an inn of some kind," Geralt stated as he finished taking in his surroundings.

Geralt tried to remember how he got to this Inn. He remembered accepting the Harpy Contract and having his usual argument with Jaskier as to why the bard was not allowed to accompany him to the nest. After they had set up camp, Geralt remembered heading off into the woods and finding the Nest.

And now he was warm and almost comfortable, he was lying on a reasonably soft bed, covered with a single sheet and a blanket.

Geralt tried to focus on what happened between finding the nest of Harpies and waking up in this room but he Couldn't bring up any memories. He didn't remember fighting the dame birds, but given how his body felt he must have fought them.

"Suppose they could have knocked me off a cliff or got a few lucky shots in," Geralt sighed. He then turned his attention to the cat "Don't suppose you know who brought me here,"

The Geralt lifted his arm and reached to give the cat a scratch behind the ears. The Cat eagerly moved its head into the Witchers' hand and purred happily. Clearly, this cat liked the attention.

"Did Jaskier pick you up?" Geralt asked as he scratched the cat "Hope he didn't promise to keep you,"

Thinking of Jaskier made Geralt wonder if it was the bard who brought him back to town. Had the bard gone looking for him when Geralt didn't return? that seemed a likely possibility as Jaskier was known to do recklessly stupid things. Seeing as he was still alive Geralt had to assume that he had killed all the Harpies, or at least enough to scare them away and Jaskier had found him unconscious and brought the injured Witcher back to town.

Geralt just hoped that Jaskier had picked up some kind of Trophy to prove the deed had been done. Though it did make the Witcher wonder where his bardic companion was, normally if Geralt was injured Jaskier would fuss over him like an old mother.

"Suppose he's downstairs singing his gods' awful songs about me again," Geralt grumbled. He tried to focus his hearing to see if he could make out the faint strums of a lute or a cheering crowd. But he didn't hear anything "Hmm…don't hear anything. Probably sticking his sausage in some woman's pantry then,"

Geralt removed his hand from the cat and placed it back on the bed, the cat looked confused as to why the Witcher had stopped petting it. It mewed loudly several times in an attempt to get the Witcher to pet it some more. But when Geralt ignored it the cat moved up to Geralt's neck and started to nuzzle against him.

Geralt grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and held it up above him. "Your definitely Jaskiers cat, too affectionate and loud,"

He placed the cat gently further down the bed and closed his eyes; hoping to get some more sleep before Jaskier burst in looking for the Witcher to protect him from an angry father or suiter.

The next time Geralt woke up he was lying face down on the bed with his head resting on the side. He heard the sounds of heavy boots hitting the floorboards and they were coming closer. Geralt rolled over and glanced over at the window. There was a dim orange light so seeping through, it couldn't be not long past sundown. He prayed that the sound was just some other travelers or patrons heading their rooms.

However, that hope was dashed the second the boots stopped and the handle to his room opened. Geralt groaned as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. Despite the pain and his body protesting and screaming for more rest. Geralt sat up, he gave a quick glance to the cat who had curled up and fallen asleep at the end of the bed.

The sheets and blankets fell off him revealing his upper body was heavily bandaged. There was a bandage wrapped around his waist and one around his shoulder blade.

"Jaskier what trouble have you got yourself into this ti…oh," Geralt started but trailed off as the door opened revealing a very strange group of individuals.

The first person to walk in was a tall male-looking creature. He had a big scar across his face and green skin, though part of his face was a lighter green complexion from his cheekbones down to his neck. He wore beat-up leathers and piecemeal armor that looked like it had been hastily put together.

Geralt could not help but stare at him, he had never seen someone like this before.

The second one to enter was thankfully human, she was a tall woman, though not as tall as the green-skinned man. She had long dark-brown hair that was shaved into an undercut and tied into a topknot and a vertical scar over her left eye.

She wore baggy clothes and monk vestments in shades of blue and grey. She has a blue sash around her belt and was carrying a Bo staff in one hand. She gave the aura of an experienced yet cocky fighter.

The two were halfway to Geralt's beside when the third person came in. The next creature to enter was what Geralt could only describe as a blue devil. The devil had blue hair and freckles on her face. She was wearing a pretty dress with a belt that had a strange symbol that Geralt had never seen before. It looked like an open door with a pathway going through it. She also wore gloves and had more than a few rings on each of her fingers. Geralt spied two small axes on her belt.

As soon as she entered the devil squealed and dashed over to Geralt's bedside. Pushing past the green man with such force that he was thrown to the ground with a grunt.

"Thanks for that, Jessie," the green man grumbled. The human woman snorted laughter as he got back on his feet. He walked over and stood beside Geralt on his right bedside with the human woman moved to stand next to him. The blue devil however completely ignored the other two and focused solely on Geralt.

"Are you an angel?" the devil asked in a female voice.

"Uh…

"an angel?" the devil repeated "You know a guy with wings,"

"Uh…no." Geralt said cautiously "why would you think that I was?"

"Because you fell from heaven into my arms,"

"Oh my god…really," the human woman moaned and ran her hand over her face "such a lame line,"

"Wait…what?" Geralt asked confused. He did not understand what this devil was getting at.

"Hi, I'm Jester," the devil introduced, "Where are you from? How did you fall from the sky? Do your people have wings and if so, did you lose yours? Can I see your floating castle? Is there gold inside? Do your people have big or small dicks?"

Geralt stared at her in bewilderment. He was completely lost as she was talking to fast and rattling off too many strange and odd questions.

"Jester perhaps you should not overload him," a new calming voice said. "Don't mind her, she means well,"

Geralt looked to the source of the voice as another creature he had never seen walked over. He cursed himself for being distracted by the blue devil. This creature was the tallest one yet by far. He was a seven-foot-tall creature with a cow-like face and ears, with pale skin and grey fur. He had pink mohawk hair paired with a light fuzz of a beard. He wore a silk shirt with one long flowy sleeve, dark green pants, and brown boots spotted with pink lichen. He was holding a wooden staff with a purple amethyst embedded in the top of it.

He stood next to the blue devil and gave Geralt a soft smile but said nothing more.

Geralt turned his attention to the last two to enter the room. The first was another human, a male this time. He looked like a beggar. The man had blue eyes, a cleft chin, and reddish-brown hair. He wore a long dirty coat and Geralt spied his hands were wrapped in a bandage that continued up into his sleeves. His attire was filthy and had muck and dirt all over his clothes, his hair and skin were equally dirty. Geralt could smell the piss, vomit and alcohol stench from the other side of the room, he couldn't see any weapons on the man and assumed they were likely hidden in his coat.

This man didn't approach the bed like the others, instead, he chose to lean against the door frame and kept his eyes trained on Geralt. Watching him closely.

The last creature was a small green humanoid figure. Geralt couldn't make much out apart from some yellow eyes. At first, Geralt thought that perhaps this was a very small Witcher, but that thought was dashed when he noticed a small amount of green skin. The creature was dressed in a heavy dark hooded cloak that hid most features. The hood prevented him from making out many details and a porcelain mask covered the lower part of its face.

Like the human male, these creatures' clothes were both dirty and smelled far worse. The small creature did not enter the room but hid behind the man's legs only poking its head out to look curiously at Geralt.

The people who walked in were not Jaskier, nor was the bard among them hell they didn't even look like they were even chasing the bard and that concerned the Witcher.

"We're glad you're awake, how are you feeling?" the green one asked.

Geralt eyed the strange group who had wearily, by this time they had surrounded his bed. He had never seen creatures like this before, he was very concerned that there were humans amongst them and wondered if the creatures were in control or was it the humans who controlled the creatures.

He hoped it was the latter as he was not armed nor did he feel confidant he could win if a fight broke out. It concerned Geralt that he didn't feel his medallion vibrate before they came in; his medallion should have alerted him to their presence earlier. It was only now that Geralt realised he didn't feel the cold sliver medallion against his chest.

"Fuck," Geralt swore.

"Huh, he seems ok," the woman responded.

"Beau," the green man warned.

"What? If the first word to come out of someone is Fuck then he's either hungover or annoyed that someone woke him up," The human woman explained "and we know he's not hungover,"

"We don't actually," the cowman pointed out "he could have been drunk before we found him,"

'Found me?' Geralt thought 'they found me? What about Jaskier?'

"Who the hell are you and where am I?" Geralt demanded in a threatening voice.

"We're the Mighty Nein," The Green man responded.

"Nine?" Geralt asked and his eyes over the group again counting them. When he was done, he turned his attention back to the green one. "But there's six of you,"

"Yeah, we get that a lot," the human woman responded "and you're in the Leaky Tap Tavern, in the city of the Zadash,"

"Zadash?" Geralt asked, he had never heard of that city before "where is Zadash?"

"You know, it's in the Empire,"

"Empire…you're with Nilfgaard?!" Geralt accused.

"Nilfgaard?" the blue Devil asked confused. She looked at the others but they all shrugged in response.

"Perhaps he has some memory loss," the cow-looking man said thoughtfully.

"Vay to go, Beau," the fifthly man commented from the other side of the room.

"Hey it's not my fault," the human woman shot back.

"You're the one vho hit him,"

"Not that hard I didn't, he this is probably from the fall,"

"Fall?" Geralt asked.

"Yeah you fell from the sky," the blue devil claimed. Geralt looked at her puzzled, he didn't remember falling or being anywhere near a place where he could fall from. Apart from the Harpies' nest.

"Hold on a second," the green man said. He walked over to the other bed and started going through the packs. Geralt watched carefully and the green man pulled out a rolled-up parchment before going back to Geralt's side.

"Here this may help," He offered "it's a map, why don't you look at it and tell us if anything looks familiar,"

Geralt slowly reached out and took the map, as soon as it was open his eyes widened in shock. Nothing on the map looked familiar to him. The lay of the land was all wrong and he had never heard of any of the places listed on it. His eyes darted over the map looking for the larger kingdoms, Cintra, Temeria, Redania, and even Nilfgaard anything familiar but nothing was there.

"This…this can't be right…" Geralt whispered. He was trying to keep his emotions in check but seeing the map was making it hard as he had no idea where he was or if these creatures were a threat.

Seeing that Geralt was getting distressed the cowman stepped closer gently pushing past the blue devil and leaned in close until his and Geralt's faced were inches from each other. Caduceus stared into Gerlts eyes, if Geralt had been anyone other than a Witcher, he may have pulled back. However, he stared back with his own challenging gaze, even though he could not see any malicious intent in the Firbolgs eyes he was still not willing to let his guard down.

"Mmm-hm thought so," the Cow-man said and pulled back to standing full-height.

"Cad?" Beau asked. Knowing that the Firbolg often noticed things that the rest of the party missed.

"You don't know where you are, do you?" he observed.

"If I did, I wouldn't have asked," Geralt snapped back.

"Ture, but I mean you truly don't know where you are," the cowman responded. He then sat on the bed and slowly reached out, Geralt tensed but the man placed his hand on the map and gently lowered it to the bed. he then took it and handed it back to Fjord.

"Let's try something else. My name is Caduceus Clay, this is Fjord, Beau," Caduceus introduced with a calming smile and pointed to the Monk and the Warlock with his staff.

"S'up," the human woman said with a nod.

"Caleb, Nott and Jester," Caduceus said, pointing to each member of the Mighty Nein as he said their names "Can you tell us your name?"

"Geralt of Rivia," Geralt grunted and then his voice turned deadly "and you all either have a lot of guts or death wish to show yourselves like this to me,"

"Why do you say that?" Caduceus asked. He was not intimidated by Geralt's tone.

"Because of what I am,"

"Oh, and what are you?" Fjord asked with narrow eyes. If Geralt was a threat to him and his friends then he would deal with him very quickly.

"I'm a Witcher," Geralt said.

The group stared at him with no recognition on their face.

"You're a Witch? But your male," Jester said confused "you do know your male right? Wouldn't that make you a warlock?"

"Maybe he identifies as a woman," Caduceus offered "it has been known to happen,"

"That's hot," Beau said in approval.

"Really, I didn't think vou vere into guys" Caleb commented.

"I mean, I wouldn't sleep with her," Beau shugged.

"But he's a man," Jester argued.

"Now Jester, it is not our place to judge how this man…uh…woman choose to live and how," Fjord said. He sent Beau a look that said they will talk about her inapprote comments later.

"Then why is he called Geralt?" Jester asked.

"Maybe it's short for Geraldine," Fjord suggested.

Geralt looked at the group in shock, they thought he was a gender-confused witch? This was something he had never experienced before. It concerned him that they had no recognition of what a Witcher was...also how accepting they were if he was a gender-confused witch.

"I am a male and I'm not a Witch. I'm a Witcher," Geralt spoke out irritably "A monster hunter for hire,"

"EEPPP!" Nott cried out and did her best to hide under Caleb's coat in an attempt to get out of Geralt's sight.

"Oh, that makes more sense," Fjord said. He wasn't phased in the slightest about being in a monster hunters' presence.

"Still hot," Beau stated "If I was into guys I would hit that,"

Fjord let out a low groan and shook his head.

"And you believe us to be monsters?" Caduceus continued, ignoring Beau's comments.

"Yes, if you think you're safe from me because I'm injured and unarmed your wrong. I don't need my weapons to kill you," Geralt growled. He then gestured to Nott "at least that one has the decency to wear some kind of disguise,"

"I see well before you kill us, I can promise you we are not monsters," Caduceus assured.

"Speak for your selves," Nott cried out.

Caleb put his hand on Nott's hood and lightly gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"You're not human and your clearly not elves or Dwarfs so that leaves monsters," Geralt insisted.

"Hey, I'm human and so is Caleb," Beau defended "even if he doesn't smell like it,"

"Very well then. If we are monsters then we're friendly ones," Caduceus claimed "If we weren't, we wouldn't have tended to your injures and brought you back to town to recover,"

"Wait…you brought me here?" Geralt asked in shock.

"Vee're arsholes but vee don't ignore people vho vee find unconscious on the side of the road," Caleb claimed. "though it vas Jester and Caduceus vho tended to your vounds," Caduceus explained "They're the healers of the group,"

Geralt looked between Jester and Caduceus. "Your healers?"

"Yep and good ones at that," Jester smiled "It was thanks to our magic that your still here,"

"It appears there is some confusion about you. Tell me what is the last thing you remember," Caduceus asked.

Geralt stared at Caduceus, he was hesitant to tell these people anything, after all, he didn't know if he could trust them, but they weren't afraid of him nor did they see him as a threat. However, he could tell that what they were saying was true. These creatures had saved him.

For what purpose, Geralt didn't know, but they might know where Jaskier was.

"I was hired to hunt a nest of Harpies," Geralt sighed "I remember leaving camp and finding the nests location and then I'm waking up here,"

"You don't remember fighting the harpies?" Beau asked.

Geralt shook his head.

"Well that explains the deep claw gash on your side," Jester said "But not the two arrow wounds or how you fell from the sky,"

"Arrow wounds?" Geralt asked.

Caduceus nodded. "you had an arrow in your right leg and your left shoulder," he claimed "given their position they were meant to prevent you from using those limbs,"

Geralt was confused, who would shoot him? The villagers who had hired him certainly wouldn't have been in the hunting grounds with the Harpies still active, Jaskier didn't know how to use a bow let alone able to lift one and Harpies didn't use human weapons. They prefer to use their taloned feet.

"I don't know who would shoot me, there shouldn't have been anyone in the area I was hunting in," Geralt claimed, "and what do you mean I fell from the sky?"

"Because you did. It's how I found you," Jester claimed "I was out peeing and, on my way, back to camp you landed right in front of me,"

"It's true, there were broken branches and a large hole in the trees," Fjord said "and we all heard the loud crash you made,"

"Was…was there anyone else with me?" Geralt asked "A bard, tall, dark hair, fancy clothes, never shuts up,"

"No, just you," Jester answered.

"Vee didn't see anyone else," Caleb added.

Geralt looked down, which meant that Jaskier had not been found with him. The bard was likely still at camp waiting for Geralt to return. It was more likely that the bard would go back to town before too long and wait for his return there. Seeing as Geralt had gone silent Caduceus knew he was processing what he had been told.

He was still injured and waking up in a storage place with equally strange individuals was not ideal; additionally, he was still injured. He stood up and turned to face the rest of the group.

"I think that is enough for now, Geralt is still injured and needs his rest," the Firbolg said. Caduceus then looked back at Geralt "Now that we all know each other will you allow me and Jester to check your wounds and finish healing you?"

Geralt glanced at the two supposed healers. He didn't want to let them look at his wounds, he didn't trust them or magic in general. He preferred to treat his own injures as there were too many mages out there who would like nothing less than to see how a Witchers mutations worked. However, he was also not in a position to refuse. If he did then it was likely that these mages would restrain him and make the whole healing process far more unpleasant. He gave a small nod, and both Jester and Caduceus took that as a sign that they could start their work.

"It's getting late, I'm going downstairs for a drink and something to eat," Caleb announced and he pushed himself off the doorframe and walked out with Nott following close behind.

"Hey wait for me," Beau said and she followed the two out.

Fjord stayed in the room and watched the other three leave.

"Did you need me to stay?" he asked the two healers.

"No, we've got this," Jester answered. Fjord nodded and he started to leave.

"Wait. Where are my clothes and gear?" Geralt asked.

Fjord stopped by the door and turned back to look at Geralt. "Your armor is damaged beyond repair, and your clothes aren't in much better shape," Fjord explained "We had to remove them so Jester and Cad could work their magic,"

"We kept them though, you can look at them later," Jester said.

"I also had a sliver Medallion on me. It was in the shape of a wolf's head, where is it?" he asked.

"Oh that, we put it in the packs," Fjord said and gestured over his shoulder to the other bed "We had to remove it too. It's with your other gear,"

Geralt nodded and didn't say anything else. He glanced over at the bags and made a mental note to go through them the first chance he got.

Fjord reached out and took the map back, he rolled it back up but left it out on the bedside table encase Geralt wanted to look at it again. He then turned his attention to the two clerics "I'll make sure we order you some dinner," he promised and then he left closing the door behind him.

Once the rest of the group was gone Caduceus and Jester started to unwrap Geralt's badges and while hovering their hands over his body. Their hands emitted a magical glow, Jesters was a wild rainbow coloured while Caduceus was pale pink. Geralt watched them work with a very cautious curiosity, as the moss covered and knitted his wounds back together before vanishing and small wrapped multicolored sweets that fell on his injuries seemed to have the same effect.

He was weary of them and this magic that he wasn't familiar with and also curious as to how it would work with his mutations. After a few minutes, Geralt felt the pain lessen and took it as a sign that the magic was working. However, he didn't feel sleepy or drowsy. The Witcher knew that some healing magic required the one being healed to be placed into a deep healing sleep. It was why he was wary of mages using healing magic on him. They could easily put him into a deep sleep and use that time to experiment on just how his mutations work.

After thirty minutes the magic from the two clerics' hands faded and they spent another ten minutes reapplying Geralt's bandages.

"And we're done," Jester announced once they had finished.

"That's it?" Geralt asked.

"We've healed most of the damage and you should be alright by tomorrow," Caduceus explained "Though your arm and leg might be a little bit stiff for the next day or two but that will pass,"

"Why didn't you put me into a healing sleep?" the Witcher asked.

"Healing sleep? What's that?" Jester asked.

"Nothing, never mind," Geralt grunted, "What happens now?"

"Now you rest, a good night's sleep will do you the world of good," Caduceus said.

"I don't think I'll get any rest," Geralt claimed "not tonight,"

"Oh right, how about I give you something to take your mind off things," Jester offered. She didn't wait for Geralt to respond before she bounded over to the packs and opened the pink one. She pulled a book out and ran back over to Geralt and held it out for him.

"Here, why don't you read this," She offered.

Geralt took the book and looked at the title.

"Tusk Love?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's the greatest love story ever," Jester swooned "Oscar is so handsome,"

"Uh-Huh,"

"You know helping Geralt relax might be a good idea, I could make you some tea if you like," Caduceus offered.

"I'd prefer ale," Geralt joked.

"Perhaps a bit later, for now, Tea will be more beneficial to you," Caduceus claimed.

Geralt opened his mouth to answer but Jester beat him to it. "NOOOO!" She cried "DON'T DRINK HIS TEA!" Jester then leaned down close to Geralt's ear. "It's made from dead people," she whispered.

Geralt's' head snapped to Caduceus, who merely smiled. Giving no indication that he had heard Jester's accusation. Geralt studied Caduceus carefully, he didn't appear or even look like the type who would ground up people and drink there remains.

"Uh…sure, tea sounds good…I guess," Geralt said. He was unsure what Jester meant.

Caduceus nodded and he walked out of the room, only to return a few moments later with a cup and a teapot with steam coming out of it. He placed handed the cup to Geralt and gently poured him some tea. An assault of floral aroma hit Geralt's enhanced sense of smell, however, it wasn't unpleasant.

"This is a unique and special blend grown in my home of the Blooming Grove. It's mostly Camomile, with a hint of Lavender and Dandelion," Caduceus explained "it will help you relax and the ease your bodies mussels that will encourage healing,"

Geralt nodded in thanks and took a small sip. He could taste the Camomile and the lavender made the aroma nicer. He could tell the tea was homegrown as he could also taste the earth itself within it. But there was nothing untoward in it.

"It's…good," Geralt said.

"Thank you, I will be sure to pass on your compliments to Patricia. She will be pleased to know you enjoyed her tea. As will the Wildmother,"

"The Wildmother?" Geralt asked.

"It's the god he worships, our healing powers comes from our gods," Jester informed "However the Wildmother is not as cool as the Traveller,"

"Since when do Devils worship gods?" Geralt asked.

"I'm not a Devil, I'm a Tiefling," Jester huffed.

"Who is the Traveller?" Geralt asked. He'd never heard of any god called the Traveller or the Wildmother.

"He's the bestest and most powerful god ever and my best friend," Jester claimed "We talk all the time,"

"I've never heard of him," Geralt admitted.

"To be fair neither have the rest of us," Caduceus claimed "at least until we met Jester,"

"So does your god-talk back?"

"Oh yeah,"

"Really?"

"Yep, like I said he's the bestest god ever," Jester boasted "I have some pamphlets,"

She pulled out a pamphlet that she mad and forced it into Geralt's hands. Geralt looked at it in confusion.

"Uh thanks," he said and then looked back at Caduceus "Who is Patricia?"

"Patricia is the girl who grew that particular blend of tea," Caduceus answered.

"Is she your daughter?"

"No, she came to the Blooming Grove sometime ago. Her parents left her in my care, they come to visit her every now and then but it's not as often as it used to be," Caduceus explained.

"How long has she been in your care?"

"She arrived when she was seven summers old and has been living in my garden for the last 14yrs. She planted that tea when she arrived and she has been growing it ever since,"

"It's kind of you to take in such a girl at such a young age," Geralt said sincerely as he took another sip of his tea "This child is clearly a very talented gardener,"

Geralt wasn't a big tea drinker but this tea definitely was something else, he'd never had anything like it before and he wondered if Caduceus would let him take some back with him, he could give it to Vesimer as a gift the next time he saw the older Witcher.

"She is, I am glad I was able to help her and tend to her plants,"

"I thought Patricia grew the herbs and flowers that made this herself though,"

"She did. I merely assisted with watering and weeding, Patricia, however, did most of the work in growing the plants though," Caduceus clarified.

"And who is the Wildmother?"

"She's the Goddess of wilderness and the sea, my family have followed her for generations,"

"And does she talk to you like her god dose?"

"In her own way," Caduceus awnsered.

Geralt nodded in understanding. He didn't think they would be forthcoming about where their powers came from, but he expected a little bit more information about their gods. After all, where he was from priests and priestesses never seemed to shut up about their gods and what they represented and how they would save everyone's souls.

"We should go down to the others now," Jester said "I'm getting hungry,"

"Agreed and Geralt needs his rest. We will be back to check on you before we go to bed," Caduceus agreed and he started to walk towards the door "Come on Jester, let's see if our dinner has come yet,"

"and maybe they will have a table I haven't drawn a dick on yet," Jester said hopefully as she walked out the door.

"Wait…what?" Geralt asked. But Jester was gone.

Geralt shook his head, he must have missed herd Jester. He put the Traveller pamphlet to one side as he had no intention of getting involved in a religion. He didn't really care or follow any gods back home and he certainly was not going to start now.

Instead, he picked up the book Jester offered him and opened it up. He took a quick glance at the cat, who was still sound asleep at the end of the bed and had not woken up at all during the entire time the group had been in the room.

Geralt thought it was odd but put it out of his mind. He opened the book.

"Now let's see what the fuss is about," Geralt said and he began to read while taking small sips of his tea.