Geralt isn't pleased about the prospect of spending an evening with Chireadan. It should be a boon-- he is a decent man, will likely be discreet, and staying with him would mean saving some coin. Considering that they used much of Jaskier's teaching payments on supplies for the journey, it would be prudent to save as much as they could. They would need to resupply in Ard Carraigh for the trip up the mountain, and there wouldn't be many opportunities for Geralt to take contracts, and too dangerous for Jaskier to sing. Even just being seen in an inn's common room is risky, because any public house could also be hosting Nilfgaardian agents. Avoiding the inn entirely is not an imprudent move.
But.
He's also going to want tidings of Yennefer, which is both a sore subject for him and Jaskier and also one that Geralt likely won't be able to satisfy the elf on. He hasn't seen her for a year, and the last he had heard of her had been some rumors about the Battle of Sodden. She's doing gods only know what now-- or, for all he knows, she could be dead. But that's another thought that makes his chest do strange things, and he dismisses it. Yennefer of Vengerberg is not dead, because Death is neither strong enough nor stubborn enough to keep her.
He glances at Jaskier's nervously flapping hands, a deeply unsubtle gesture. He hums, then answers back in an undertone-- "Mostly harmless."
The prospect of free room and board for them and their horses is too much to pass up. Hopefully, they could use their travel as an excuse to turn in early and avoid as much interaction as possible, then leave as early as possible. Maximum benefit, minimum awkwardness.
"We would appreciate your... hospitality," he says, only gritting his teeth a little at that last word. But that's fine, no one expects good manners from him.
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But.
He's also going to want tidings of Yennefer, which is both a sore subject for him and Jaskier and also one that Geralt likely won't be able to satisfy the elf on. He hasn't seen her for a year, and the last he had heard of her had been some rumors about the Battle of Sodden. She's doing gods only know what now-- or, for all he knows, she could be dead. But that's another thought that makes his chest do strange things, and he dismisses it. Yennefer of Vengerberg is not dead, because Death is neither strong enough nor stubborn enough to keep her.
He glances at Jaskier's nervously flapping hands, a deeply unsubtle gesture. He hums, then answers back in an undertone-- "Mostly harmless."
The prospect of free room and board for them and their horses is too much to pass up. Hopefully, they could use their travel as an excuse to turn in early and avoid as much interaction as possible, then leave as early as possible. Maximum benefit, minimum awkwardness.
"We would appreciate your... hospitality," he says, only gritting his teeth a little at that last word. But that's fine, no one expects good manners from him.