Chapter 5-Logic and Reason

If you can be reborn,would you like to be a witcher. That question never came to Geralt's mind. It seems written in moments in time,let alone all preserved in Dandelion's massive ballads in particular that adventure with an infamous golden dragon,which he was tasked to,with his love Yennefer. Geralt always follows the contracts like the wind,searching for locations like the vagabonds of old,never stopping and he even abides the Witcher's code- The witcher never dies by his own bed.

Geralt gave that laugh to Regis as he gave a gulp of his mandrake infusion slowly finishing like the melting candles "Seems you are determined to get an answer from me-",a smirk came by to Geralt's stoic expression "Indirectly-"

"As always-"

If Geralt could forgo in his mind of the Trial of the Grasses,a dangerous rite of passage of Witchers. He recalls childhood days,training in the free ranges of the blistering fields of Kaer Morhem,a time capsule of a past untouchable of a dying past-Vesemir showing the signs to Geralt masterfully as he tried to muster that stream of fire. That first contract which he rolled ahead of a hideous creature,his hands bloodied,watching the stars rolls by mistaking it for the sea on wintery nights. His medallion humming unto the creeping sight of a wraith dangling around his body. He became the ancient relic of the lands

His eyes grew wistful, maybe a different life,should destiny did not thrust him. He experiencing imaginary worlds of kings and queens of Northern Realms,working day and night in the grips of money,solitude,loneliness,and eventually death. "Yeah. Not something I think about much,but I like being a witcher-"

"Thank you for being honest.," Regis spoke quietly,as usual, peppered with some observant anecdote of life,for it came to mind honesty being a strange attribute, which is true in some cases. s Regis observed little sediments of his drink "You seem to like my concoction, old friend-" . He gave a cheeky smile as he drank those final drops "Suited for your tastes-"

"Yes-" Geralt rolled his shoulders slightly to observe the peacefulness of the graves. A hideaway from the bright colorfulness of Beauclair. "You seems to make it better-" Regis give a small smile,as he tucked that bottle in his satchel

The day seems to draw ever so slowly,no sight of Regis' raven friends. "Sure it understood what you wanted-"

"Dead certain-" as he could spy a little shadow amidst the fog "let's wait a bit longer-"

There is that strange wooziness that filled his body,his limbs become rubber and the wind lulled him to an eternal sleep. The last time he experienced that moment of numbness-making love to Yennefer, Belleteyn with Yennefer where they become the King and Queen of May amidst of grief a child which they could have for that one moment. Or perhaps that hideaway in Kaer Morhem where he could recount her unveiling her glorious body from the furs like those skin changers,she was glorious and if not wonderful-eyes of smoldering violet still etched in his mind as alluring as the jewels given as rewards for his works.

For that one moment Geralt could hear that voice of hers waking him up that shook the grass blades of the eternal cemetery "Ever vigilant in his sleep-",he could imagine her in that nightdress and he has that urgency to embrace that voice. In the country it was him,he still carried that satchel observing the raven flying at the distance and walking towards him,it seems Geralt knew how to sleep in the most uncomfortable beds. "Quite vampire-like in fact-" as Geralt turned around and shook his head slightly. For his eyes open to Regis still as the graves,watching his body rose up from his deep slumber-his face all flushed from the infusion-watching his perverted smile,probably dreaming of his lover Yennefer "Are you absolutely certain they did not administer few of our genes during the Trial of the Grasses-" to provoke the woozy Geralt,by now all slung with the gravestones.

Geralt shook his head slightly in amusement of his comments "Appreciate the comment-",for he is landed into reality,as he rolled his shoulders and neck,easing the stiffness from falling asleep in the grave. That heady smell of aniseed and rosemary swung back and forth like the incense burners of the Eternal flame is very characteristic of Regis,unlike his Yennefer whose scent "You are right-" as Regis walked through the grasses,absorbing the calm airs "No kobolds or mamunes from miles around-"

"Knew it-" Geralt interrupted quietly,he did notice a change in Regis. His usual skeptical smile always examining all plausible causes like the lawyers with their puzzling cases. Geralt could nearly blurt out an another line,by as usual he hushed him with calmness "Allow me to finish-" as he rubbed the strap of his satchel,the scent of rosemary sprinkled in the moistness "there is a spotted wight,it haunted an abandoned residence in the Caroberta woods-"

"Impossible-" Geralt hissed slightly,his world shattered on that relegation even Regis "my brethren hunted down ever last spotted wight before I was born-" Geralt could recall tales in his youth of wight, under the flickering candlelight on the mysterious wights,for it becomes figments of imagination,the ghastliness shuddered Geralt by how his old mentor Vesemir described them with minute detail and the methods to kill them if provoked,while Lambert chuckled at Geralt's fearfulness,as if it was a prank. as he imitates the creaking joints of the wight's gait to scare a young Geralt in bed "It seems you must revise your knowledge of spotted wights-" He could recall Dandelion's accounts of that creature that he pictured himself as the prophet,a little pompous but sharp in his observations.

"..it seems I know about this home it haunts-locals believed to be a curse-" Regis recall rumors of an old house,something out of a children's book as he sat down at that particular bar in Toussaint ,sipping quietly with the ale,watching the souls come back and forth. A bartender telling a juicy story ,with many playing gwent to bet on the cause of the curse. It seems entertaining for many,for Regis it was nothing but a minute detail like how he witnessed death in his many centuries,as he rubbed his satchel,pondering in deep thought "Perhaps that is how the wight survived, entirely unmolested-"

It makes Geralt even more hungered than a wolf starving for days,he thought of the accounts that he read at the wintery days of Kaer Morhem during his training,ancient books with vivid illustrations of those creatures dwelling with chipped gravestones, making ghastly brews sour as rotten flesh. "What is your point-",as Regis could see the darkening of Geralt's eyes, a wight lingering in an abandoned house. Impossible "This might not be a spotted wight after all. -" Geralt protested dryly "Your little helper might've to make a mistake"

"I sincerely doubt it. Ravens are devilishly intelligent creatures and they have highly developed observational skills" Regis rebutted dryly,on Gerald's doubts "What did they exactly observe-" it seems that Geralt "the area around the estate is covered.." Geralt noticed that slight swallow in his throat as if he is off guard of the observation "in spoons-",a skeptical smile streaked across his face when he heard the raven's whisper,his eyes widened with disbelief to the anecdote of the surroundings. Regis could imagine the house,with strings of spoons tinkering around,making eerie noises with the caws of the ravens. A grisly image that could come out from the inklings of a maddening poet "I but the bearer of this news,perhaps it is a hoarder or somehow the spoons are somehow related to the curse-"

The next lead follows,spoons? Geralt thought quietly,there is that sharpness-truely there is a mystical link,he could even recall a beautiful girl in the gardens in the ecstasy of love tried to save the beast who lives in the mansion. "Know anything about this curse-"

Regis gave a shrug, as if indifferent to humans' fascination of curses and dreams "Don't recall much in particular." as he could recall a fellow patron of the bar,talking about that "It was mentioned to me as an anecdote". The trees seem to shiver with Geralt's curiosity.

"Search your memory-" Geralt spoke firmly to Regis on the urgency,for that case was a ticking time bomb,expectations are high for all,the Duchess's anxiety on his shoulders,he must shake off the disbelief of Regis,he pleaded deeply "something,anything could be of importance-"
Regis paused slightly,like Geralt,he witness centuries and decades even the tinge of lore proves inevitably useless,he could even recall that one night under the campfire which he debunked on the myths of vampires,after all logic rule his heart "Hmmm-" as he rubbed his chin,that strange creakiness of his movements 'I believed it had a relation to hunger.." And another thought came in,flowing like the decades he walked by "Or no,perhaps,greed,rapacity?",his mind recounted the tale ,something of a beautiful woman damned by the gods for the lack of pity-as recounted by one rowdy patron on his vivid descriptions of the punishment so unbearable that he could feel a slight squirm in his voice. " "Someone is punished for something-"

Geralt gave a slight smirk "Textbook definition of a curse-" Geralt thought quietly ,always with the line of mortality and perhaps without reason,he could recall that contract with King Foltest of Temeria,with reversing the curse of his daughter,possibly caused by the anger of commenting incest with his beloved sister Adda. "Pretty much-"

Regis gave a skeptical smile "Sorry Geralt,I tried not to clutter my mind with every far-fetched tale I ever happen to hear-" And another thought came to Geralt's mind. "Hmm a specimen of species thought long extinct and a curse,a coincidence or related?-"

Regis gave a chuckle on his brooding look. Typical Geralt. "Ahh, professional curiosity-" It is all poppycock in his mind,but time seems to tick by "Please remember we need the wight's saliva. Nothing beyond that-" as Regis pleaded in the urgency of the drastic situation. Perhaps it was best to diverge that legend,after all, if it is worth searching for Dethlaff's whereabouts,it would quell the fears of Toussaint,as he watched the fogs slowly clearing away. Somehow the sounds of the spoons tinkling by gives shivers down his spine. "Let's do it start making your decoction while I go and get the saliva from the wight." as he tried to recall in his memory how to defeat those elusive creatures " Uses it in its brews-"

"Do you imagine the wight will simply sell you some-" Regis raised an eyebrow on Geralt's bold statement. "Worst case scenario,I'll bring you its salivary glands. They oughta to do as well-" Gera

Regis gave a chuckle as he rubbed his chin on that thought, surely he trusted Geralt to do the impossible,but that image came over in his mind he could see Geralt,like his contracts he take- haggling to the frightening creature on the debt and the monster paying him with more saliva, "You know I have that amusing image of you-" a gristly sight to behold,even to an immortal creature walking through decades "For a moment there I imagined you asking the wight to spit into a vial. Quite amusing as a thought. But the salivary glands will do fine,indeed."Regis flashed a small smile which for one moment Geralt could glimpse at his fangs. "Well" Geralt gave a shrug to Regis "See you later"

"Yes.." Regis spoke sharply. A pregnant pause came in "See you later, I shall be perusing some tomes-" Geralt froze in confusion as he observed Regis' quiet melancholy " Huh,thought you were going to make this decoction-"

As usual, Regis always has his last word,the weight of a dear friend he loved is at stake and the heaviness of the contact Geralt is bounded to. His mind become the whirlwind as his passing decades he walked on those lands "We required one last ingredient-" Regis cracked a wry smile,fearful of the outcome,flashes of a past which,by all old gods and new he wish never come back but it all crawled to him like the smells of the drying rosemary stalk in his satchel,as incense of the sins. "Alas obtaining it could prove a trifle toilsome. Thus I hope to identify a suitable alternative-"

"All right good luck-" Geralt gave a calm gaze to Regis. That smell of wormwood and anise still penetrate through his skin as he walked off watching the fogs pass by as if he is a sinner penancing for the never ending sin in his heart. There is strangely melancholic about him,a creature defying of all tropes,demons wrestled in his mind. A prophet tormented by the inevitable. Geralt left the cemetery with a heavy heart,walking towards the woods. For one moment he could hear Regis mouthing "See you, my friend-" as he rubbed the strap with nervousness to the crypts and daring not to glance at him. A penance which he tortured himself over and over again.

A/N: Sooo Thank you guys for being there for me on this,TBH I am just so scared of doing that initially but the likes and favourites are greatly appreciated. So we are done with Nakama! For what is coming up next for any fanfics,is a treat for the book fans of The Witcher (Well Regis came from the books) is Geralt's hansa having fun in Toussaint which will be fun for me. However, I have to finish up one of my original stories which are inspired by the games itself. So I thank Andrzej Sapowiski for inspiring such beautiful worlds and characters. I think my writing style changed because of the books. So thank you gusy for being supportive and feel free to leave any feedback for it