This is an extra chapter as an apology for that mass of text that may or may not have replaced by now. I've already reuploaded the chapter, but as of 1:25pm EST, the chapter has not been updated.

Edit: it is now 1:30pm EST, the previous chapter has been fixed!

Jazz, finally finished her stew. And everyone in the guest room seemed to be glad for it. The girl in their opinion, bar Uma's since he was incapable of having one yet, was a monster in her own right. After calming down from her happy high… and hugging away any and all future hugging discomforts from Avallac'h… Jazz had taken a glance at her bowl of stew and frowned before taking a peek at the other two bowls in the room… and forced Todd and Gav to trade her the vegetables in their bowls for the meat in hers. Granted, Jazz liked meat, and she definitely wasn't allergic to it, but she did prefer more vegetables… So she harassed Gav and Todd to give her theirs. And only once she was satisfied, was when everyone was allowed to eat.

A recap of the entire time that Jazz was trying to trade her meat for vegetables consisted of this:

"No. You're not getting any of my vegetables!" Todd denied with a firm shake of his head, arms crossed and green eyes set in a firm stare at Jazz's pout. "Normally people don't want to eat their vegetables! Why the bloody hell do you want so many vegetables?" The question came out as a growl, going along with the image of a macho man that he presented, much to Jazz's displeasure.

By her side, Uma groaned, and Jazz turned to the cursed Aen Elle immediately, "Right, Uma? You agree. I should get some more vegetables!"

"You got enough from Gav!" Todd insisted, pointed at the taller male, who was sitting in the corner and stuffing his face with the, now, mostly meat filled stew.

Gav looked up, a dribble of stew slowly dripping down the corner of his mouth, "Wot? 'Ah hate veg'tables!" Todd only sighed, slamming a hand to his forehead for the near fifth time that day.

"Come on, Todd! Just a few pieces!" Jazz beamed a wide smile, teeth and all at the green eyed man.

With a roll of his eyes, Todd finally gave in and held out his bowl. "Fine."

"YES!"

Surprisingly, Jazz took to feeding Uma some of her food and water, gently spooning small scoops of vegetables for Uma to eat. Even more surprising was that Uma willingly eat the food being offered, that spark of sentience within his eyes returning. But Jazz didn't notice, too intent on the food, and not dropping anything on Uma.

And it was while Jazz was cleaning the delicious remains from the bottom of the bowl that the Baron's men barged into the guest room and demanded that she see the Baron immediately. Grumbling, Jazz stood from her seat, careful not to knock Uma down, before slipping on the leather boots and greaves that Gav bought for her. The two guards, however, also noticed that Uma was in the room, and proceeded to stomp into the room and drag the cursed man kicking and screaming from his seat.

"UMAAAA! UMA! UMAAAMAMAMAMA!" the cursed elf screamed, struggling against the soldiers.

"LET HIM GO!" Jazz yelled, dropping her wooden bowl on the floor to tackle one of the soldiers away from Uma and attempt to beat the armored man with her metal spoon.

"BLOODY HELLS, GIRL! LET GO!" The soldier attempted to pry Jazz off of his waist forcefully. "LET GO OR YOU'LL BE SORRY!"

Uma, meanwhile, had managed to escape the soldier's hold, and ran out the door. Jazz, still furiously trying to jab a spoon at the man's armor, yelled after her new friend, "RUN, UMA!"

Also meanwhile, Todd and Gav were attempting to pry the smaller woman off of their fellow soldier….

[twenty minutes later…]

Jazz stood in the middle of the Baron's office, rocking back and forth on her feet sporting a satisfied smirk at the mess behind her. The Baron, however, glowered at his men, firmly disappointed at their capabilities. "How the hell did you four get so ploughing banged up?"

The men only groaned in pain from their spots in the back of the room. Jazz had resisted heavily, not liking being manhandled, but also not liking that they treated Uma so unfairly. The advantage that she had over the men was that she dressed lightly. With no heavy armor to weigh her down, Jazz had full mobility, maneuvering around the men, and aiming punches in the cracks of their armor. It took several good minutes before Jazz was able to subdue the men, being careful with Todd and Gav, but giving the other two men rougher treatment, going so far as to slam her forearms over the sides of the head to discombobulate them. It was why those two men, in particular, were on the floor, unable to stand up.

"S-she's a tricky one, sir..." Todd answered, an uncharacteristic stutter slipping through at the Baron's unimpressed expression.

Philip Strenger snorted, and waved his arm, dismissing the defeated soldiers from the room, "Away with you lot." The Baron didn't speak further, waiting for the men to clear the room first, "So, girl. What business do you have searching for Geralt?" He asked this as he leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk, arms crossed and meaning business.

"I'm looking for a way home." Jazz admitted, her brown eyes decidedly honest, though there were moments where she blew upward to get a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"That taciturn approach won't work with me, Jazz." The Baron shook his head at Jazz's use of the same approach with Todd and Gav. "I need more information if I'm going to tell you where Geralt is. So you better start explaining."

The woman frowned the slightest bit, not wanting to divulge too much information. With a sigh, Jazz closed her eyes and pressed her lips together. When brown eyes opened once more, Jazz spoke in a resigned tone. "I'm from a place further than past the Blue Mountains. Where I live, I can't get to simply by horse or walking… not even a boat could help." Her eyes met the Baron's, "You understand, right? I need a wielder of magic in order to help me. Even then, I'm not sure if a normal sorceress is strong enough to send me home. That's why I need to find Geralt, so that he can lead me to someone who can."

"Your home… if it's so far away, then how did you get here in the first place? And how in blazes name, did you know to look for Geralt of Rivia? Out of all the witchers you could look for, why Geralt." The Baron was much smarter than he was given credit, which meant that Jazz had to dance around the questions again.

"I was taken, kidnapped, if you want to call it that, from my home." Jazz started, trying to play up the sympathetic damsel card. "I was living away from home at the time. At the university dormitory, when I was taken." From the softening of the Baron's eyes, Jazz could tell that her ploy had worked. "I woke up in some abandoned barn a ways from White Orchard. That's where I heard about The White Wolf." A sheepish smile, "I uh, may have ran into some trouble there when I was mistaken for a fellow Rivian. I had asked how much a room in the inn was and was, well… tossed out on my ass."

"Now, lass, you're to tell me why you have a Witcher's medallion around your neck." The Baron stared at the face of the griffin intently. "From the look in your eyes, you're not a witcher." Jazz stayed silent, not denying that she wasn't in fact, a witcher. "Then how did you get it?"

Jazz made a sour face, not really wanting to tell the Baron. If things went bad here, then it would be very easy to get into contact with any traveling militia of witch hunters. "I stole it from a group of individuals who had hunted down a Witcher of the Griffin School. The medallion is another reason I need to find this, Geralt of Rivia. I felt that at witcher should be in possession of the medallion." Not some 21 year old gamer girl that's from another world.

"Well you're out of luck. Geralt left the day the guards found you." Strenger informed me, heaving a sigh and shrugging a shoulder.

The much smaller girl gaped at the rotund man. "I-I'm sorry.. What?" The Baron gave a look that clearly stated, you heard me, girl. And Jazz threw her hands up to hold her head in horror. Holy shit! He left already? THOSE SIX EXTRA DAYS, DAMMIT! Jazz wanted to curse the leshen, but as much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn't. Had the leshen not appeared when it did, then a worse fate might have befallen Jazz. If I had to choose between two evils, I'd rather not choose at all… huh?

By this point, Jazz had started to pace vigorously in front of the Baron, muttering under her breath and making wild hand gestures. The Baron, only sat back and watched, letting the young woman vent her frustrations. Still, however, the scene was rather amusing to look at. And after a short while of pacing, Jazz abruptly stopped, turning her head so fast that it nearly gave the Baron whiplash. "Do you know if and when he's returning?"

The Baron shrugged, a shake of his head, "He wouldn't say. Said that he had to go to Oxenfurt and Novigrad for some business. But knowing him…" The Baron paused with a sympathetic expression. "Could take a week, maybe even a month before he's back."

Jazz slumped over, disappoint evident on her face, lips pulled taut, brows scrunched, and eyes narrowed. But she wasn't surprised. No. She'd played as Geralt enough times to know that nothing would ever be done in a timely manner. Each person that he does to for help would ask him for a favor. That favor could easily turn into two favors, and so on and so forth. And she didn't particularly want to travel to anywhere on the Continent without a companion. No choice but to ask to stay in Crow's Perch. Geralt has to come back for Uma eventually. Biting her lip, Jazz lay on the apprehension especially thick. "Would it be too much to ask if you have need for a worker?" At the raised brow the Baron sent her, Jazz clarified, "I don't have anywhere to go. I could work for you, and pay for my stay by doing work as a cleaner, a chef, or maid."

Strenger raised a hand to silence the rambling girl, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "What do you know about monsters, Jazz?"

Both brows raised high up. "I know more than the average man, Lord Strenger." Which was true. She had the entire Witcher 3 bestiary memorized with some knowledge from the books. "Why?"

The Bloody Baron smirked and leaned forward, "I've in need of an advisor to help my men deal with those creatures. Geralt isn't available, so I'd like to hire you."

The 21 year old looked incredulous, "Me?" It felt like a terrible dream, "You want me to help your men fight against creatures?" Jazz glanced down at herself before looking the Baron directly in his eyes, all facades dropping as she pointed at herself, "I can barely hold a sword! What good am I?"

The older man only shrugged, "We could teach ya how to use a sword. And you'd be more of an alarm for my men. Warn them if anything evil is lurking when you're on the road."

I'm just a glorified radar. Jazz thought with alarm, but she still found herself nodding her head in agreement. "You have yourself a deal." I just need to pay attention to the medallion… and learn how to brew decoctions or oils. Goddamn it, I NEED TO BREW OILS! Once outside of the Baron's office, Jazz's eyes went wide in alarm. I NEED TO BREW OILS AND DECOCTIONS! I ALMOST FAILED CHEMISTRY!

Jazz Amarante… amateur Witcher… This didn't sound like a disaster at all...