Jaskier - Julian Alfred Pancratz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whatupbuttercup) wrote2022-02-01 09:04 am
whatupbuttercup) wrote2022-02-01 09:04 am
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This town was, in Jaskier's (not as limited as it ought to be) experience, a rather suspicious and spooky place. He was not one to judge towns in the middle of nowhere for their curious proclivities but this one had unnerved him since well before it had come into view. It was hard to say why, impossible really--the place didn't bother Roach, didn't seem to bother Geralt, and certainly didn't bother the people on the road. By all accounts, it was welcoming, despite being so far up in the mountains that Jaskier was certain they were about to bash their heads on the sky.
Maybe that was it, just token light-headedness? Clearly he was just out of shape and climbing mountains was taking a toll. He waved off his concerns and simply resigned himself to deeper breaths as they approached the plateau at the summit. The air was biting cold and it stank of brimstone and woodsmoke. The town's economy was based entirely on the value of two things: their hotsprings and their numerous apothecaries and there were more than a few merchants shouting about both as they made their way into the surprisingly bustling little village.
They were accosted immediately on all sides as they rode in, just like the merchants before them and the traveling scholars behind. Smells didn't usually bother Jaskier but the more dried ingredients were shaken at him, the less he wanted to be near any of them, so it was not terribly long before he turned to Geralt and politely excused himself.
"I'll see about lodgings shall I?"
Maybe that was it, just token light-headedness? Clearly he was just out of shape and climbing mountains was taking a toll. He waved off his concerns and simply resigned himself to deeper breaths as they approached the plateau at the summit. The air was biting cold and it stank of brimstone and woodsmoke. The town's economy was based entirely on the value of two things: their hotsprings and their numerous apothecaries and there were more than a few merchants shouting about both as they made their way into the surprisingly bustling little village.
They were accosted immediately on all sides as they rode in, just like the merchants before them and the traveling scholars behind. Smells didn't usually bother Jaskier but the more dried ingredients were shaken at him, the less he wanted to be near any of them, so it was not terribly long before he turned to Geralt and politely excused himself.
"I'll see about lodgings shall I?"