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    He smells him before he sees him, a waft of cool water and green things, a scent he’d know half-dead after decades of smelling it, no matter the months since he was last around it.

    “I want to hire you.”

    There’s a cosmic irony to this somewhere along the line, a second meeting in a pub with him tucked away in a corner drinking alone and the bard sitting across from him with proprietary self-assurance.

    The man across from him now, however, isn’t some bright-eyed teenager, more fanciful than sensible and with far too much self-confidence.

    This man is older. No less beautiful but with something sharper around his edges. His hair is longer than Geralt’s ever seen it before, and his jacket is a deep red leather cut close to his body instead of a pastel bit of frippery meant to make him seem dainty. There’s an edge to this man now, a sort of hardness to his eyes.

    (His breath catches, just for a moment, at the knowledge of his contribution at putting it there).

     

    (post-mountain, geralt thinks he's never going to see jaskier again) (and then he's approached about a contract with the sandpiper)

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    “Are you alright?” Geralt asks.

    “I am now, thanks to you!”

    “It’s my fault your hand is fucked up.”

    “It’s actually those other bastards fault, for chasing me into the trap but I see your point.” The man lifts his left hand, inspecting. “It hurts like fuck but it’ll heal soon, probably won’t be able to play for a few days but I’ve had worse.”

    The man looks and sounds so gentle, Geralt really can’t imagine he’s had worse.

    “Play?”

    “Yes, the lute.”

    “A werewolf that plays the lute,” Geralt says. This day is very bizarre and it’s only just started.

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    It was nice, Miles thought, to have an opponent who took chess almost as seriously as he did.

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