A surprise

Geralt groggily leaned over to grab a corner of the blanket and pulled, revealing a female body with Ashen, white hair. Geralt rolled her over to et a better look at who it was, and saw that it was Keira Metz, who was the former royal advisor to the King of Temeria, Foltest. "Geralt! I'm trying to sleep here. How do you sleep in this pigsty anyway? The bed is too hard, and the blanket is frayed." She asked.

"Keira?"

"Yes, Keira. What? I've got bed head don't I?" She said as she got out of bed in search of a mirror.

"You look pretty steady on your feet." Geralt asked delicately as he followed her over to a table towards the side of the room, where she rummaged through it's contents before finding a mirror to her liking.

"If you're wondering how I came to be here, you called me over. I'd rather be here than in the swamp I've been staying in of late." She looked around distastefully "Even if it's not quite what I'm used to." She said as she straightened her hair, and her clothes.

"How did I call you here anyways?"

"Apparently there was a megascope that you used up in your room, Yen must have left it here. You used it to call me, and you were quite the sight to behold. I thought it would be fun to come over and play with you and Vesemir a little, I heard a drinking game was going on, and I hadn't taken part in one of those since the dearly departed Foltest was still with us. I also hoped to get a little something on Yen, and especially Triss by sleeping with you, but you were far too gone for that, and I really didn't want to do all the work myself."

"Well that explains that I suppose, but how did we come to sleep here?"

"Well, I was planning on going up to your bed, so I went to go check it out, and saw the telltale signs of Triss Merigold all over your bed. Understandably, I was quite jealous, everyone knows that you two have been fucking, but to find evidence with my own eyes. And Triss being my rival and all, I was understandably distraught, how could she be fucking a Witcher, while I'm stuck in a swamp? It was terribly unfair." She sniffed. "So I came down to ask you permission to go up to your room, but you seemed to be succumbing to your drink. Vesemir asked me if I would keep you company, and there was no way I was carrying you upstairs, so I decided, against my better judgment" she said while stretching her back "to sleep here instead."

"Well, thanks I guess. Will you be staying?"

"No, it seems my fun quota has been filled for the foreseeable future. I've been hiding out in the swamps from the witch hunters, and I've been **** to become the local witch for a group of peasants. They come and ask me how to cure cow sickness and other useless stuff. My talents are wasted on these people! Unfortunately, if I don't go back, the people may complain to the authorities, which could start another hunt for me. Come look for me if you want to, but I got to go. Vesemir, thanks for the game!" She said before she disappeared in a ball of light.

"I remembered none of that." Geralt said in amazement as he accepted the mug from Vesemir which contained his famous hangover removing brew.

"When you're done with that, we should get started on the forest."

"Give me a sec, I'll come find you when I'm no longer suffering from an ill advised challenge."

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