"Jaskier, I think I'm the furthest thing you could get from a poet," regardless of what he said to Lambert that one time when he composed an insulting limerick for him, "but if you wanted to compare her to a long-necked bird that can break your arm, why wouldn't you use a swan?"
Even he knows that geese are foul little bastards and swans, despite actually being equally foul bastards, are considered elegant and pretty. A neck like a swan, that's something that a woman wouldn't immediately take offense to. Hell, Geralt should remember that just so that he can use it on Dandelion sometime and see if he gets the joke. He might end up sleeping in the guest room that night for it, but Dandelion always manages to find enough kindness in his heart to forgive him for his bad jokes.
The conversation returns to the disastrous dragon hunt, and, well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Might as well go into the gory details of why it was such a shitshow.
"Yes, Eyck tried to duel him, because I can't really call it much of a duel when he got knocked off of his horse with one swipe of Borch's tail." And badly injured by it, too. Took him right out of the hunt because of the damage to his spine and legs; he had to recover at the Temple of Melitele for quite some time to regain function.
"He's dead now, though. Killed by a manticore."
Geralt can't say that he's entirely sad to have heard the news; Eyck wasn't the worst sort, despite his hatred of non-humans, but the fact that he went out and hunted monsters for free, taking contracts from his brethren, well. Hard to like a man for that.
"As for the rest of the hunt, I fell off of the mountain with Yen, had too many damn arguments about the ethics of killing dragons, and we all nearly got killed by Reavers. It was shit and the only good thing about it was that Borch and his daughter lived."
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Even he knows that geese are foul little bastards and swans, despite actually being equally foul bastards, are considered elegant and pretty. A neck like a swan, that's something that a woman wouldn't immediately take offense to. Hell, Geralt should remember that just so that he can use it on Dandelion sometime and see if he gets the joke. He might end up sleeping in the guest room that night for it, but Dandelion always manages to find enough kindness in his heart to forgive him for his bad jokes.
The conversation returns to the disastrous dragon hunt, and, well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Might as well go into the gory details of why it was such a shitshow.
"Yes, Eyck tried to duel him, because I can't really call it much of a duel when he got knocked off of his horse with one swipe of Borch's tail." And badly injured by it, too. Took him right out of the hunt because of the damage to his spine and legs; he had to recover at the Temple of Melitele for quite some time to regain function.
"He's dead now, though. Killed by a manticore."
Geralt can't say that he's entirely sad to have heard the news; Eyck wasn't the worst sort, despite his hatred of non-humans, but the fact that he went out and hunted monsters for free, taking contracts from his brethren, well. Hard to like a man for that.
"As for the rest of the hunt, I fell off of the mountain with Yen, had too many damn arguments about the ethics of killing dragons, and we all nearly got killed by Reavers. It was shit and the only good thing about it was that Borch and his daughter lived."