"Ah! So these are griggs?" Jaskier stared interested and obviously fond of the tiny, kobold-like creatures, running back and forth in the hollow before the forest with permanent, undefinably chirping and giggling.
"Hm." Geralt muttered confirming and nosed slowly and carefully to some sort of pillared altar made of stone.
The griggs didn't seem to notice him, they simply swarmed around him in a wide curve.
Judiciously, Geralt put a bottle of Temerian rye vodka onto the plane stone and retreated cautiously.
"... and they have damaged the bridge of mason Han at night over and over?" Jaskier asked doubtfully. The pipsqueaks didn't even reach his knee.
To him, the griggs looked like spherical potatoes with thin arms and crooked legs. The round head with the big, dark eyes was adorned by a huge pug nose. The jackets and pants of the griggs were, like their adorable hats, in tones of green and brown.
"Hm." Geralt hummed affirmatively and was next to Jaskier again, whom he had forbidden vigorously to step any closer to the griggs.
"But they look so inoffensive ... yes ... they look quite cute ..." Jaskier was surprised by the lines of worry on his friend's face.
On their way, they had seen two huge myriapods. The witcher had only smiled slightly at their sight while Jaskier had almost climbed a tree in horror (which could have ruined his clothing - so better have faith in Geralt to extinct the monsters).
"Hhmm...," Geralt hummed and, squinting, watched the griggs, busying themselves in turn with the bottle of vodka.
"And? … those are the ones you got their treasure back?" Jaskier really died to hear that story.
"Hm." Geralt murmured in a conforming manner.
"And? ... was it tricky?"
"Hhmmm..." Geralt murmured in a nondescript manner.
"And? ... What was it?"
"A cat harness."
"Caa whaat?"