Chapter 619: Bard, now Comic.
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Quelana "Build a man a fire, keep him warm for a day... Set a man on fire, keep him warm for the rest of his life."
Reima bursts out into laughter, never having expected Quelana to be able to tell jokes. He looks at the disbelieving Quelaag and asks, "Is that a real saying from Izalith? Please don't ruin this for me."
Quelaag shakes her head, "No... It definitely isn't... The real saying is, if you see a man, set him on fire."
Reima "That's even better!"
Quelana continues her act, most involving things to do with Izalith and demons. By the end of it she receives the loudest applause of the night, despite it not being perfect in the least. "Thank you, this my first time doing something like this, hopefully I'll be invited again." she says with a smile, walking from the stage towards the bar and ordering a drink.
Reima looks to Quelaag, "Want a drink? I'm about to go get one." he asks,
Quelaag wants to accompany him, but isn't comfortable with Quelana potentially spoiling their date, deciding to just ask him to pick something for her.
Reima nods, and walks over, seeing a blonde girl in colourful clothing arguing with the barman.
Priscilla "What do you mean you won't take crowns? EVERYWHERE takes crowns!"
Grillby "My apologies, but we only accept Sola and Remi."
Priscilla "Sola and Remi? I've never heard of it." she mutters.
Grillby "You must be new here, that is the currency of the city, I'm not sure if there's a place to transfer currencies. Trading goods if probably your best be-"
Reima interrupts, "What did you want to order?" he asks her, deciding to do a second good deed for the day on a whim.
Priscilla "Two ales." she states, not really knowing if he's trying to hit on her.
Reima nods and hands a couple Sola to Grillby, the gold coins somehow sitting firmly on the fire elementals palm. "Two ales, could I get two Whiskies as well?"
Grillby nods respectfully, "Of course sir."
Reima looks at Priscilla, "So your new here?" he asks, wondering if she came in with the rescued prisoners.
Priscilla nods, "Just came in today."
...
Reima "Today? Surely the guards would have given you trouble." he probes, the woman clearly not knowing who he is.
Priscilla fingers the countertop it being covered in a weird paint, "They did, but a few words anD they let us few."
Reima raises a brow, "What'd you tell em?"
Priscilla "That's none of your business, what's your name anyway?" she asks, wondering who this person was.
Reima introduces himself, "Reima Ludvig."
...
Priscilla's eyes widen, "Geralt's kid?"
Reima snorts, "Ha! I wonder where you heard that!"
Priscilla "From my companion of course, he's right over..." she points at her table but realises Dandelion isn't there any longer.
Reima notices someone making their way to the vacant stage, "Er, is that them?" he asks, pointing at their colourfully clothed back.
Priscilla nods with a sigh, "Yes... That idiot is going to make a fool of himself." she mutters as Grillby finally places their drinks on the counter.
Reima nods at the fire elemental, "Well, I've got someone waiting so enjoy the rest of you ni-" he's stopped as he stops the person holding the microphone upside down on the stage. "Dandelion?"
Sans walks up as Dandelion speaks into the wrong side of the microphone, "Hey, buddy, you're holding the mic wrong, bonehead."
Dandelion look at it, "Oh!" he flips it over and nods at Sans, "Thank you, skeleton man."
Sans shakes his head and stands back and watches the gentleman begin his act, feeling as if he'll have to interject at some point.
Dandelion "Ahem, is this thing on-Oh, hello! I am Dandelion, writer, artist, poet, singer, and most importantly, lover." he says receiving a few chuckles. "While I was learning my trade, my teacher taught me "Dandelion, know this, the pen is mightier than the sword!", a couple hours later bandits raided the college... My teacher threw his pen at them and ran away..." again, he receives a good amount of laughs for his joke.
Dandelion "After that I was determined to get stronger, I walked straight up to a Redanian officer and offered to join the army. "What position do you want?" he asked. "I want to be a Lute-tenent" I replied back... I didn't end up joining." he says, though there was only one person laughing at it.
Sans chuckles, "Heh, nice."
Dandelion scratches his head, "Pun's aren't doing it for you? Then, how about I tell you the time my lovers husband found me naked in her closet?" he asks, receiving affirmation from the crowd. He goes on to tell the story about how he'd tried to climb out of the window, but climbing but in due to a previous girlfriend of his that happened to be a noble noticing him and shouting for her guards to apprehend him. The story ended with a white-haired Witcher throwing him over his shoulder and running out of the town with him. The crowd cheered for this, clearly interested in this medium of comedy/storytelling.
Dandelion noticing their mood nods, "You liked that one? Then, how about the time I saved the Witchers son from a Griffen?" he offers.
Reima "You're really trying your luck aren't you Dandelion!" he shouts from his table, the bard finally noticing his presence in the crowd.
Dandelion looks shocked at how much the relatively young boy had changed, telling San's he was done for now and leaving the stage.
Quelaag frowns at having her and Reima's date interrupted, but considering these two had not met in a while she couldn't refute it.
Dandelion walks over with Priscilla following him, "Reima! It's bee so long! How have you been!?!" he says, taking the initiative to hug Reima.
Reima pats him on the back awkwardly, not expecting Dandelion to be this happy at seeing him, "Err, I'm great... How're you doing?"
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Quelana "Build a man a fire, keep him warm for a day... Set a man on fire, keep him warm for the rest of his life."
Reima bursts out into laughter, never having expected Quelana to be able to tell jokes. He looks at the disbelieving Quelaag and asks, "Is that a real saying from Izalith? Please don't ruin this for me."
Quelaag shakes her head, "No... It definitely isn't... The real saying is, if you see a man, set him on fire."
Reima "That's even better!"
Quelana continues her act, most involving things to do with Izalith and demons. By the end of it she receives the loudest applause of the night, despite it not being perfect in the least. "Thank you, this my first time doing something like this, hopefully I'll be invited again." she says with a smile, walking from the stage towards the bar and ordering a drink.
Reima looks to Quelaag, "Want a drink? I'm about to go get one." he asks,
Quelaag wants to accompany him, but isn't comfortable with Quelana potentially spoiling their date, deciding to just ask him to pick something for her.
Reima nods, and walks over, seeing a blonde girl in colourful clothing arguing with the barman.
Priscilla "What do you mean you won't take crowns? EVERYWHERE takes crowns!"
Grillby "My apologies, but we only accept Sola and Remi."
Priscilla "Sola and Remi? I've never heard of it." she mutters.
Grillby "You must be new here, that is the currency of the city, I'm not sure if there's a place to transfer currencies. Trading goods if probably your best be-"
Reima interrupts, "What did you want to order?" he asks her, deciding to do a second good deed for the day on a whim.
Priscilla "Two ales." she states, not really knowing if he's trying to hit on her.
Reima nods and hands a couple Sola to Grillby, the gold coins somehow sitting firmly on the fire elementals palm. "Two ales, could I get two Whiskies as well?"
Grillby nods respectfully, "Of course sir."
Reima looks at Priscilla, "So your new here?" he asks, wondering if she came in with the rescued prisoners.
Priscilla nods, "Just came in today."
...
Reima "Today? Surely the guards would have given you trouble." he probes, the woman clearly not knowing who he is.
Priscilla fingers the countertop it being covered in a weird paint, "They did, but a few words anD they let us few."
Reima raises a brow, "What'd you tell em?"
Priscilla "That's none of your business, what's your name anyway?" she asks, wondering who this person was.
Reima introduces himself, "Reima Ludvig."
...
Priscilla's eyes widen, "Geralt's kid?"
Reima snorts, "Ha! I wonder where you heard that!"
Priscilla "From my companion of course, he's right over..." she points at her table but realises Dandelion isn't there any longer.
Reima notices someone making their way to the vacant stage, "Er, is that them?" he asks, pointing at their colourfully clothed back.
Priscilla nods with a sigh, "Yes... That idiot is going to make a fool of himself." she mutters as Grillby finally places their drinks on the counter.
Reima nods at the fire elemental, "Well, I've got someone waiting so enjoy the rest of you ni-" he's stopped as he stops the person holding the microphone upside down on the stage. "Dandelion?"
Sans walks up as Dandelion speaks into the wrong side of the microphone, "Hey, buddy, you're holding the mic wrong, bonehead."
Dandelion look at it, "Oh!" he flips it over and nods at Sans, "Thank you, skeleton man."
Sans shakes his head and stands back and watches the gentleman begin his act, feeling as if he'll have to interject at some point.
Dandelion "Ahem, is this thing on-Oh, hello! I am Dandelion, writer, artist, poet, singer, and most importantly, lover." he says receiving a few chuckles. "While I was learning my trade, my teacher taught me "Dandelion, know this, the pen is mightier than the sword!", a couple hours later bandits raided the college... My teacher threw his pen at them and ran away..." again, he receives a good amount of laughs for his joke.
Dandelion "After that I was determined to get stronger, I walked straight up to a Redanian officer and offered to join the army. "What position do you want?" he asked. "I want to be a Lute-tenent" I replied back... I didn't end up joining." he says, though there was only one person laughing at it.
Sans chuckles, "Heh, nice."
Dandelion scratches his head, "Pun's aren't doing it for you? Then, how about I tell you the time my lovers husband found me naked in her closet?" he asks, receiving affirmation from the crowd. He goes on to tell the story about how he'd tried to climb out of the window, but climbing but in due to a previous girlfriend of his that happened to be a noble noticing him and shouting for her guards to apprehend him. The story ended with a white-haired Witcher throwing him over his shoulder and running out of the town with him. The crowd cheered for this, clearly interested in this medium of comedy/storytelling.
Dandelion noticing their mood nods, "You liked that one? Then, how about the time I saved the Witchers son from a Griffen?" he offers.
Reima "You're really trying your luck aren't you Dandelion!" he shouts from his table, the bard finally noticing his presence in the crowd.
Dandelion looks shocked at how much the relatively young boy had changed, telling San's he was done for now and leaving the stage.
Quelaag frowns at having her and Reima's date interrupted, but considering these two had not met in a while she couldn't refute it.
Dandelion walks over with Priscilla following him, "Reima! It's bee so long! How have you been!?!" he says, taking the initiative to hug Reima.
Reima pats him on the back awkwardly, not expecting Dandelion to be this happy at seeing him, "Err, I'm great... How're you doing?"
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Quelana "Build a man a fire, keep him warm for a day... Set a man on fire, keep him warm for the rest of his life."Reima bursts out into laughter, never having expected Quelana to be able to tell jokes. He looks at the disbelieving Quelaag and asks, "Is that a real saying from Izalith? Please don't ruin this for me."Quelaag shakes her head, "No... It definitely isn't... The real saying is, if you see a man, set him on fire."Reima "That's even better!"Quelana continues her act, most involving things to do with Izalith and demons. By the end of it she receives the loudest applause of the night, despite it not being perfect in the least. "Thank you, this my first time doing something like this, hopefully I'll be invited again." she says with a smile, walking from the stage towards the bar and ordering a drink.Reima looks to Quelaag, "Want a drink? I'm about to go get one." he asks,Quelaag wants to accompany him, but isn't comfortable with Quelana potentially spoiling their date, deciding to just ask him to pick something for her.Reima nods, and walks over, seeing a blonde girl in colourful clothing arguing with the barman.Priscilla "What do you mean you won't take crowns? EVERYWHERE takes crowns!"Grillby "My apologies, but we only accept Sola and Remi."Priscilla "Sola and Remi? I've never heard of it." she mutters.Grillby "You must be new here, that is the currency of the city, I'm not sure if there's a place to transfer currencies. Trading goods if probably your best be-"Reima interrupts, "What did you want to order?" he asks her, deciding to do a second good deed for the day on a whim.Priscilla "Two ales." she states, not really knowing if he's trying to hit on her.Reima nods and hands a couple Sola to Grillby, the gold coins somehow sitting firmly on the fire elementals palm. "Two ales, could I get two Whiskies as well?"Grillby nods respectfully, "Of course sir."Reima looks at Priscilla, "So your new here?" he asks, wondering if she came in with the rescued prisoners.Priscilla nods, "Just came in today."...Reima "Today? Surely the guards would have given you trouble." he probes, the woman clearly not knowing who he is.Priscilla fingers the countertop it being covered in a weird paint, "They did, but a few words anD they let us few."Reima raises a brow, "What'd you tell em?"Priscilla "That's none of your business, what's your name anyway?" she asks, wondering who this person was.Reima introduces himself, "Reima Ludvig."...Priscilla's eyes widen, "Geralt's kid?"Reima snorts, "Ha! I wonder where you heard that!"Priscilla "From my companion of course, he's right over..." she points at her table but realises Dandelion isn't there any longer.Reima notices someone making their way to the vacant stage, "Er, is that them?" he asks, pointing at their colourfully clothed back.Priscilla nods with a sigh, "Yes... That idiot is going to make a fool of himself." she mutters as Grillby finally places their drinks on the counter.Reima nods at the fire elemental, "Well, I've got someone waiting so enjoy the rest of you ni-" he's stopped as he stops the person holding the microphone upside down on the stage. "Dandelion?"Sans walks up as Dandelion speaks into the wrong side of the microphone, "Hey, buddy, you're holding the mic wrong, bonehead."Dandelion look at it, "Oh!" he flips it over and nods at Sans, "Thank you, skeleton man."Sans shakes his head and stands back and watches the gentleman begin his act, feeling as if he'll have to interject at some point.Dandelion "Ahem, is this thing on-Oh, hello! I am Dandelion, writer, artist, poet, singer, and most importantly, lover." he says receiving a few chuckles. "While I was learning my trade, my teacher taught me "Dandelion, know this, the pen is mightier than the sword!", a couple hours later bandits raided the college... My teacher threw his pen at them and ran away..." again, he receives a good amount of laughs for his joke.Dandelion "After that I was determined to get stronger, I walked straight up to a Redanian officer and offered to join the army. "What position do you want?" he asked. "I want to be a Lute-tenent" I replied back... I didn't end up joining." he says, though there was only one person laughing at it.Sans chuckles, "Heh, nice."Dandelion scratches his head, "Pun's aren't doing it for you? Then, how about I tell you the time my lovers husband found me naked in her closet?" he asks, receiving affirmation from the crowd. He goes on to tell the story about how he'd tried to climb out of the window, but climbing but in due to a previous girlfriend of his that happened to be a noble noticing him and shouting for her guards to apprehend him. The story ended with a white-haired Witcher throwing him over his shoulder and running out of the town with him. The crowd cheered for this, clearly interested in this medium of comedy/storytelling.Dandelion noticing their mood nods, "You liked that one? Then, how about the time I saved the Witchers son from a Griffen?" he offers.Reima "You're really trying your luck aren't you Dandelion!" he shouts from his table, the bard finally noticing his presence in the crowd.Dandelion looks shocked at how much the relatively young boy had changed, telling San's he was done for now and leaving the stage.Quelaag frowns at having her and Reima's date interrupted, but considering these two had not met in a while she couldn't refute it.Dandelion walks over with Priscilla following him, "Reima! It's bee so long! How have you been!?!" he says, taking the initiative to hug Reima.Reima pats him on the back awkwardly, not expecting Dandelion to be this happy at seeing him, "Err, I'm great... How're you doing?"Please go toto read the latest chapters for free
