"Hello. I'm here for that Basalisk contract" said Herminio Al Al-Alhim to the owner of the brewery near the village located somewhere near the border of Ofir and Zerrekania. "What was that?" Asked the blonde haired man as he was picking up some items that had fallen onto the floor. "May I help you with that, that looks like a lot of work for someone alone to do" Herminio asked with keen interest in assisting the man. "Yes that would be greatly appreciated" the shop owner said with reluctance. After picking up some of the cups and inventory items and stocking them in the shelf, and tidying things up after it was happy hour. "Pretty busy today" Herminio said. "Yes, perhaps the busiest we've had this month so far" the shop owner replied as he looked around the tables that were dirty with beer and bread crumbs about. "A lot of foreigners it looks like" he points out as there is some nilfgaardian richmen eating chicken legs and redanians getting drunk. "Indeed. Ever since the war between the northern realms and nilfgaard has ended a short while back it seems like a lot of people from those kingdoms have moved elsewhere due to the racism and nationalism they've been experiencing with one another." The blonde man said. "Yeah, some lands back at the north just aren't that safe even now, the kingdoms are still under economic repair and government adjustments so it makes sense to see some foreigners here and there" The dark tanned witcher said as he looked at a redanian group cracking jokes much to the nilfgaardians dislike. "Gods I hope another brawl does not take place, two weeks ago some aerdinians and nilfgaardians went at it and almost destroyed a couple tables, do you know how much each one of them costs?" The owner asked Herminio with a bit of worry in his tounge. "A couple hundred shekels?" (equivalent to 125 crowns) he guessed. "Yes around there, this little shop I have here isn't much but it's certainly far better than others nearby" The shopkeeper said with much pride. Not paying much attention to the background noise they fail to notice the two groups of foreigners that were once eating to their bellies content to the now firey verbal argument they have commenced. "Gods I think there may be yet another fight" the shop owner says in horror as the two groups stood up from their tables and made way to each other pushing any servers and workers nearby. "You fucking nilfgaardians think you're all that, just because redania is a vassal state doesn't mean you own us!' a fat redanian angrily said to the nilfgaardian leading his group "I didn't even imply such a thing, you're getting worked up over a crude comment I made, stop being a whiner, accept that we're superior to you nordlings and take your seat!" said the ugly black one ( a common name for nilfgaardians due to their insignia of their flag which as a black sun) in retort. "You ugly cunts, redania will be a truly free kingdom once more" the plump brown haired redanian said as he and his gang sat back at their seats."What was that?" The black one asked with annoyance… no, anger in his southerner accent. "Crap I really think somethings about to go down" Herminio said to the shop keeper who witnesses everything unfold from the bar he is behind in and the servants stand by the wall hoping a brawl doesn't happen. "Nothing! Said another redanian from the group wanting to avoid a conflict. "That's what I thought" replied the tall nilfgaardian but the other red one couldn't keep his passionate mouth closed. "No fuck this southerner trash!" he stands up and throws a glass bottle at the nilfgaardian who dodges it and it almost hits the witcher who caught it in midair. Now the attention is focused on Herminio and the shopkeeper...