Geralt pushes them thorugh the pass, only allowing them to rest when it was absolutely necessary. It wears on Jaskier and Geralt doesn't like having to drive him forward like this, pushing him on a forced march at a pace that is nearly unsustainable. Probably is unsustainable, over a long enough period of time. But it was only two more days to Ard Carraigh, and then the bard could have a good night's rest in a real bed. Once he was at Kaer Morhen, he could sleep as much as he pleased.
Upon entering the city, Jaskier hides his brooch and pulls up his hood, and Geralt covers his own white head with the hood of his cloak. The inn is mostly empty and they have no issue with getting a room; as is their custom, Jaskier negotiates for the lodgings and price while Geralt stands back at tries to look as non-threatening as possible. They get a twin room, which is fine for keeping up appearances, and the bard seems like he has never been happier to get himself into an inn room. He all but flings himself onto the bed, still fully dressed, while Geralt drops their packs and props his swords up against the wall.
"Hm."
It's an affirming grunt this time, and Geralt gestures a sign to the fireplace. It flares into life, crackling merrily and filling the room with warmth. Geralt crosses over to the bed that Jaskier has claimed, purposefully making his footsteps loud enough to hear so that he wouldn't be sneaking up on him. Aside from being desperately tired, the bard seems fine; nothing some food and a good night's sleep wouldn't fix.
"Get some rest, Jaskier," he says. "We made decent time today."
He'll let the bard have his rest and go down to fetch some food for the both of them. They could take their dinner in their room, avoid the empty common room as much as possible.
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Upon entering the city, Jaskier hides his brooch and pulls up his hood, and Geralt covers his own white head with the hood of his cloak. The inn is mostly empty and they have no issue with getting a room; as is their custom, Jaskier negotiates for the lodgings and price while Geralt stands back at tries to look as non-threatening as possible. They get a twin room, which is fine for keeping up appearances, and the bard seems like he has never been happier to get himself into an inn room. He all but flings himself onto the bed, still fully dressed, while Geralt drops their packs and props his swords up against the wall.
"Hm."
It's an affirming grunt this time, and Geralt gestures a sign to the fireplace. It flares into life, crackling merrily and filling the room with warmth. Geralt crosses over to the bed that Jaskier has claimed, purposefully making his footsteps loud enough to hear so that he wouldn't be sneaking up on him. Aside from being desperately tired, the bard seems fine; nothing some food and a good night's sleep wouldn't fix.
"Get some rest, Jaskier," he says. "We made decent time today."
He'll let the bard have his rest and go down to fetch some food for the both of them. They could take their dinner in their room, avoid the empty common room as much as possible.