Philippa's drunk awakening

Geralt and Vesemir followed the blindfolded brown haired woman up the path to the fortress. Geralt had to admit that Philippa was a very attractive woman, the way she kept her long brown hair in twin braids, and the curves of her body left a certain impression, but her attitude and ego were complete turn offs. Yen herself was known for an attitude, but she at least had a moment of brevity at one time or another. Geralt's idea was to get Philippa drunk, and get to know what she's really like. Geralt had learned from a young age, being brought up with Lambert and Eskel, that when drunk you bare your true personality.

Geralt and Vesemir entered the main hall and split ways, Vesemir went to get some more ****, as what they were drinking last night was close to done, and he would also start work on his hangover drought. Geralt walked straight into the main hall to see Philippa sitting in a chair at the table facing his direction. "I'll never et used to that." Geralt said.

"Won't get used to what?"

"The way you know where I am, it's as if you can still see."

"I haven't allowed the loss of my eye sight to become a weakness Wolf. Come sit, we have much to discuss." She motioned to the chair across her.

"Weakness? Any normal person would have died after getting their eyes gouged out." Geralt said while sitting down.

"Well then, aren't we lucky that I'm not so normal after all?"

"Sure. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I wish to reconvene the lodge." She said as se sniffed at the contents of a mug and gagged. "Do you have anything that won't make me retch?"

"We have that or Redanian Lager." Geralt said innocently.

"Bah! Redanian, That's all that the fools would drink in the royal courts before I was put in this position. Pour me some of whatever this is."

"Mahakam Red, is what it is. Brought in by some enterprising young Dwarfs."

"Pour!" She said shortly.

"Of course." He said as he poured from what he and Vesemir hadn't had last night. "Now then, the lodge?"

"Yes." She said as she took a sip and scrunched up her face causing Geralt to smile.

"It's strong, take it a little at a time."

"I know that!" She snapped. "In these politically turbulent times, sorceresses have historically steered the monarchs of the North to safety from conflict with Nilfgaard. Obviously the reason why this war has started is because no Northern King has a sorceress advisor anymore."

"Obviously." Geralt said sarcastically before taking a sip from his mug.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Continue."

"I have heard some news regarding the whereabouts of Keira Metz, one who I'm sure you are familiar with."

"I know of Keira Metz, yes. What does she have to do with anything?"

"I need you to tell me her location, Wolf. She is an integral part of what I'm planning."

"What are you planning Philippa?"

"To help the world naturally. It is what we all aim to do, what good is our power if there is no one left to make use of it? I know she came here last night, what did she tell you? Do you know where she is?"

"She came by, I was apparently pretty drunk. This Mahakam brew gets you buzzed pretty fast, I called her over using the megascope that Yen left up in the tower, she came over had a couple of drinks with Vesemir and I, then left in the morning."

"So she was here. I could trace her presence and track her down." She thought to herself. "Yes, it has to be done." She said with finality as she stood up abruptly, albeit a little wobbly.

"Going so soon?" Geralt asked. "Need a hand?" He asked concernedly as he noticed Philippa wobbling on her feet.

"Goodness, I haven't even had a full mug and I'm already sloshed!" She exclaimed as she tried to take a few steps towards her coat she had on a rack by the head of the table. Geralt watched her steps, and knew that she wasn't going to make it that far, he stood up from his seat and Philippa must have heard him coming. "Stay where you are, I can mange Wolf." She said, but Geralt continued towards her "I said I can manage!" She shouted as she tripped and began to fall. Geralt broke into a run, but realized that his motor skills were also adversely affected by the strong drink, as he bumped into the table a couple of times trying to reach Philippa in time. He dived as a last resort to try and take the brunt of the impact, but he didn't feel any pain or anything. He looked up and saw Philippa floating in the air in a magic spell she had cast around herself.

"You could've told me you had yourself covered. I wouldn't have needed to dive." He slurred, suddenly realizing just how drunk he really was.

"How you dived, you would have landed a few feet short of being able to catch me at all." She said with a slight slur, and a hiccup.

"It seems we're both a little drunk, doesn't look like you're going anywhere. It's more likely than not that you'd fly into a tree." Both Geralt and Philippa launched into a fit of drunken giggles at the terrible attempt at a joke.

"Ooh, are you going to woo me?" She giggled from her ball of magic which she was floating in. Geralt squinted up at Philippa so he could see her before answering.

"Well, seeing how I probably won't remember any of this tomorrow. What better time than now?" He thought as he went on to the next part of his plan, though he was too drunk to realize.

Meanwhile Vesemir had been watching from the shadows, and seeing how everything had gone well, he went back to his workshop after dropping off a cask of ****, and mixing a drought for Geralt. He looked back at the two drunk people in the main hall, smiled and shook his head, it brought back some good memories from his youth.