Geralt would... absolutely hate being in Oxenfurt for the winter, to be completely honest. A ton of scientists and artistic types, and all of them painfully, horribly aware of the fact that he is a muse for one of their most prominent bards. He could only imagine the questions that he'd be asked, the things they would want him to do or pose for.
But he would endure it, if Jaskier asked him to. He'd absolutely have to go and find some contracts in order to keep himself sane, even if it was just drowners in the sewers or something, but he'd endure it.
But that isn't what Jaskier is asking of him-- he wants to come to Kaer Morhen. Or, at least, he'll take going to Kaer Morhen if he can't have Geralt at Oxenfurt.
"You... want to go to Kaer Morhen?"
He looks down at Jaskier, his face carefully neutral. Or, well, more neutral than his brick wall of a face usually is.
"The Witchers' Trail is not an easy one, Jaskier. And even once you travel it, you'll be trapped at the keep until spring. There won't be any way down the mountain until the thaw, no matter how tired you are of it." No amount of complaining or whining would make a path through the deep, dense snow and ice. "And the only company you'll have are witchers and Ciri. It will be cold. Kaer Morhen is not a place meant for humans."
He had thought about asking Jaskier to go to Kaer Morhen with him for years before-- but it had never seemed appropriate. Jaskier had been happy in Oxenfurt, and Kaer Morhen was no place for a lively bard who wanted to sing and compose songs and drink with his comrades.
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But he would endure it, if Jaskier asked him to. He'd absolutely have to go and find some contracts in order to keep himself sane, even if it was just drowners in the sewers or something, but he'd endure it.
But that isn't what Jaskier is asking of him-- he wants to come to Kaer Morhen. Or, at least, he'll take going to Kaer Morhen if he can't have Geralt at Oxenfurt.
"You... want to go to Kaer Morhen?"
He looks down at Jaskier, his face carefully neutral. Or, well, more neutral than his brick wall of a face usually is.
"The Witchers' Trail is not an easy one, Jaskier. And even once you travel it, you'll be trapped at the keep until spring. There won't be any way down the mountain until the thaw, no matter how tired you are of it." No amount of complaining or whining would make a path through the deep, dense snow and ice. "And the only company you'll have are witchers and Ciri. It will be cold. Kaer Morhen is not a place meant for humans."
He had thought about asking Jaskier to go to Kaer Morhen with him for years before-- but it had never seemed appropriate. Jaskier had been happy in Oxenfurt, and Kaer Morhen was no place for a lively bard who wanted to sing and compose songs and drink with his comrades.