I'm back! And sorry for the eternity of silence around The Fabulating Fox. I've been very busy during the last few weeks but now it's getting better (hopefully). So there will be some more regular updates now, even though I won't promise that this will stay that way. Anyway – onwards!
Another snapshot that might have happened at the beginning of things ...
Geralt looked perplexed at the sulking Jaskier.
He had no idea what might have gone wrong this time.
"Geralt, I don't feel sufficiently valued by you!"
"Jaskier! Stop going on my nerves!"
"But you always tell me to go! I'm never allowed to accompany and help you."
"What do you want in a tomb packed with nekkers and ghouls?"
"Well, help you, Geralt, this is what friends are for."
"No! You won't come with me! It'll endanger your life. As your friend, I only want to protect you."
"Oohh, Gods, finally!"
"What finally?"
"You finally said that we are friends!"
"Fuck."