geralt · jaskier · witcher · the witcher · fantasy · companionship · banter · swordplay · bard · mutant
The air shivered with violent energy as the hedge witch’s wrath ripped a tear in reality beneath their feet. Geralt, a stoic and formidable pillar of a man, and Jaskier, brash and loud as a festival drum, vanished into a flare of arcane light. They’d come only for herbs; she’d chosen exile. Now, suspended in the void of an unknown realm, the two travelers faced the consequences of Jaskier’s silver—and deeply foolish—tongue.