This time, they were able to approach the village of Murky Waters from the landward side.
The bridge had indeed been repaired.
Completed by the mason Han and his son, which recognized the white-haired witcher and his lute-carrying ally immediately and greeted them cheerily.
"Nice work," smirked Geralt.
"Yes, sir witcher," Han the mason shone upwards to him, "Thanks to you. The griggs kept their promise and didn't disturb the work on the bridge anymore, since you gave them their treasure back."
"Glad to hear that." Geralt nodded approvingly and hied on Roach, Pegasus followed suit with the still plunking bard.
"What treasure? What are griggs? What did you keep from me again?" Jaskier pried inquisitive.
"Nothing dramatic," Geralt muttered. He had a hunch that he would never have his peace until he told him.
Not coming from the seaside the direction of Wyzima like the last time, they approached Murky Waters from the back.
There was a forge next to the gate usually seen as the village exit.
Of course Geralt was spotted immediately here as well, the smith grinning wide and winked jovially. "Thank you again, sir witcher, you know what for."
Jaskier's nose twitched curiously like the one of a hound dog having picked up the scent of a deer.
Other than the blacksmith himself, his wife was not at all delighted about the sight of the witcher, instead creased her face into a frown. At the sight of Jaskier, however, her eyes lit up and her cheeks reddened.
"Some things never change," the witcher thought amused.
"Oohhii, Geralt, look!" the bard sputtered, "A new tavern!"
Indeed, next to the blacksmith at the town exit of Murky Waters was a new building with the typical tavern-sign.
"Gods," Jaskier scoffed. "What a stupid name for a tavern!"
The sign said, in freshly brushed, winding types:
"The Fabulating Fox."