Lambert and Eskel had always admired Gerald's seemingly endless patience when it came to dealing with Yennefer. The Sorceress could be quite a handful, causing chaos and trouble wherever she went. But Gerald always seemed to weather the storm, taking his quirks and changeable temperament in stride.
One fateful day, however, something broke inside Gerald. He couldn't stand it anymore. The tension between him and Yennefer had been building for months, and on that day, everything fell apart like a crumbling castle wall.
- Yen, remember that time when we were lovers? Gerald tried to reminisce, hoping to rekindle the spark they once had.
Yennefer scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically
- We weren't lovers, Geralt. You just condemned us. she replied dismissively.
Both Witchers thought that would be the end of it, but a surprise awaited them. Suddenly, they heard Yennefer's piercing voice piercing the air.
- What are you doing?! Put it down! Gerald! she screamed.
Startled, Lambert and Eskel exchanged stunned glances before rushing toward the commotion. Reaching the room, they were met with a wild sight. Furniture was overturned, bones were broken and the room was bloody.
Gerald emerged from the chaos, his shirt stained with blood. He nonchalantly threw away the keyman's bloody shovel. With an air of finality, Gerald walked towards the forest, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
Shaking with anxiety, Lambert and Eskel approached the room cautiously. Inside they found Yennefer lying motionless on the ground. One look at her and they knew she would never be able to piss anyone off again. Ciri, Gerald and Yennefer's young ward, stood nearby, her expression impassive.
Eskel gently nudged Yennefer with his foot. To their horror, she didn't even move or moan in pain.
- Lambert... really sent her to another world. Eskel whispered, his voice full of shock and disbelief.
As this realization faded, Ciri, blissfully unaware of the seriousness of the situation, casually remarked
- You know, Triss will be a better mother.
Eskel and Lambert's eyes widened at her audacity. They couldn't believe what they heard. Without thinking, the two erupted into a fit of curse words aimed at the young girl's shocking statement.
- What are you cursing? a voice rang out from behind them, causing them both to jump, their heads colliding with the door frame.
Gerald stood before them, his appearance changed as if the previous events had been erased. His clothes had been changed and he had managed to wash off all traces of blood. They both couldn't help but admire his resourcefulness.
The room was silent for a moment as the absurdity of the situation settled. Then laughter erupted from all four of them.
They stood there laughing until tears ran down their faces, trying to catch their breath. It was in this moment of shared joy that they realized the true strength of their bond as friends and comrades.
Because in the world of The Witcher, where darkness and danger lurked at every step, sometimes one could only laugh and laugh.