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Are you really upset about the fillingless pie thing? -G

Am I really upset? J

It's the single most cruel statement you have ever made. J

I once told someone I wouldn't kill them because they weren't worth the price of the rag I use to clean my swords. -G

So I have some doubts. -G

Fine! The single most cruel statement you have ever made to me. J

I'm your archivist, dragging every story from you and your witnesses with the practiced extraction of a surgeon turned investigator. Forgive me for imagining that you would be as tight lipped as ever in all other walks of life. J

You prodded for the answer. -G

While I was sleep-deprived and angry. -G

I prod for all answers. J

Get some more rest. I'm sure your witch would be happy to lend you her magic crevice once again. J

That's disgusting. -G

It certainly worked, didn't it? J

It's not because she's magical, Jaskier, orgasms just do that. -G

As someone who's happy to fuck anything with a pulse, you should know. -G

I've never lost a night of sleep to full balls. J

I didn't say it was impossible to sleep without one. I said they help. -G

Maybe next time instead of siccing a genie on me you could just ask for what you need. J

There is more than one way to silence a bard! J

You need to learn to give me space when I need it! -G

I should've watched what I said, that's true. -G

I get sloppy when I'm that tired. This is fine, usually, because I'm the one it risks killing. -G

I didn’t mean for it to hurt you. -G

Oh right! Geralt the Grumpy! Turning away friends and foes alike with his boorish grunts! J

How could I have known when your lonely affection sounds just the same? J

I never pretended you should know one from the other. -G

I'm not asking you to read my mind. -G

I am literally asking you to do what I directly ask for. -G

Of course, my liege. I am - as ever - your obedient servant. J

Oh, fuck off. -G

Yessir! J

I didn't mean for the genie thing to happen. -G

I'm sorry. -G

I know it wasn't intentional. J

And that my pestering did little help. J

I'm sorry too. J

I appreciate the swift rescue. J

What the fuck else was I gonna do, let you die? -G

I just need you to learn when to stop, if we're gonna run into each other so much. -G

Maybe. J

I can't have you drive me over the edge that easy. Yen is bad enough. -G

"Run into each other". J

Don't say that even as a joke. -G

I wouldn't. I won't. -G

What's that supposed to mean? -G

Absolutely nothing apparently. J

You were just bitching at me for expecting you to read my mind. So don't do it yourself. -G

Fear not brave savior. I shall ever hereaft be mindful. J

I think by all law that my debt is to you now. J

Stop. -G

I no longer get stoned when I walk into towns, so we're fine. -G

A debt which you matched with the spread of my sacklessness rumor. Met and answered. And my life saved again afterwards. J

We're not playing this game. -G

You don't owe me. -G

Will you refuse me even that excuse? J

What do you need a fucking excuse for? -G

For running into each other. J

You don't need an excuse for that. -G

Don't I? J

No. -G

If we meet, we meet, and if you follow me on purpose, well, you're insane, but fine. -G

We've both accused me of worse. J

[...] You're overwhelming. -G

And aware of it. J

Not because you're loud. Not that it helps. -G

But you go around spewing your fucking feelings all over the goddamn place. -G

As a bard should. -G

And it doesn't take much for me before it's too much, anyway. -G

I don't think I blame you, but it's never been easy. -G

In your wake I find myself all too often entirely speechless. J

The witch, as you say, makes it easy. -G

Emotions are accidental and we both find them really fucking annoying. But this inconvenience of mine that everyone thinks never actually happens is just what you're LIKE. -G

How do you live like that? -G

Shamelessly. J

Do you know what I meant by "fillingless pie"? -G

I suspect it was a remark upon my vocal skills. J

Yes, but do you know specifically what I meant? -G

I suspect that I do not. J

Am I going to regret telling you? -G

I'm an archivist. Not an oracle. J

Disappointing. That's what a fillingless pie is. Insufficient. Lacking. -G

Which might make one wonder, if your singing itself is the crust, what the fuck did I expect the filling to be? -G

Respect, wasn't it? J

Oh, you held onto that comment? -G

No. Although its absence does sometimes infuriate. -G

There I am, at the lake, fishing for Djinn, and I'm thinking, I wonder if Jas and his magical elf lute could put me to sleep. -G

And then you actually come along, because of course you do, and you're singing, and I'm left to realize that I'm past the point where it would work, and that I'm so tired that I don't even want to hear another living creature's pulse. -G

May have overreacted in the moment. -G

My elf lute is magical? J

In my defense, you cannot Comprehend how fucking tired I was. -G

I suspect it is. -G

Anyway. -G

I would like to rescind that remark. -G

Why? J

Do you regret telling me already? J

You know there is a time and place for every song. A janty dance does not facilitate a peaceful slumber. J

You? Having a sense of time and place? Since when? -G

And as a friendly reminder, I do in fact take requests. Even -or perhaps particularly- when they are shouted at me. J

I meant the comment about your singing. -G

Well, too late. -G

Right. How could I compete with a magic crevice. J

Can you fucking stop with that? -G

The life of a bard is to speak so often of love stories born witness to that when he speaks of his own there are no words able to separate it. J

Can you make more sense in fewer words? -G

I've seen grace and affection in amber eyes; he spaketh gently and whose voice fills my pie tonight? I'll never know. J

Okay, so no. -G

Can you not sleep now, Witcher? J

Do you have a point to make? -G

You have ten words to make it, or I'll consider the issue resolved and ignore it in the future. -G

Almost always. J

1. I 2. would 3. sing 4. you 5. to 6. sleep 7. every 8. night 9. you 10. allowed. J

It's good that you can count, but it's not the sort of thing you need to show off about. -G

I wouldn't want to risk the limit. J

You care where the limit is, now? -G

Some lessons are difficult not to absorb. J

Even though you tried your best. -G

Indeed. J

Let's hope your memory holds. -G

Still don't understand your problem with Yen. -G

My problem with Yen is that my memory holds. J

Yeah. I suppose that'll do it. G

What are you getting out of this temper tantrum about magic crevices,  though? It's puerile. G

Temper tantrum? The audacity. J

How is that not the name for it? G

Well firstly it's a name for something else entirely already. J

Am I not a mortal man? Able to be astonished by the power of a winking eye over an immutable Witcher? J

I've read books, crossed seas and killed hydras in the time it takes you to finish one sentence. -G

You need a nap. J

You're so much worse in my head than you are in reality. I don't know why I do that. -G

Excuse me? J

It's not bad enough that I've been doing this, now I gotta explain it to a made-up bard in my head.  I guess it's one of those days. -G

I'm not made-up. J

Right, so I'm talking to the real Jaskier, who's secretly a witch. -G

I'm losing my fucking mind, I need to go find a troll to knock me out. -G

Lying awake in want of a concussion and you can't remember a single song I've ever sung? Do you know what sheep look like? J

Of course not. Your Witcher would never trade a soft place to rest his head for the closest beast set upon crushing it. J

What the fuck do you know. -G

Speaks rather of your encounters with Yen. J

There's plenty of soft places to rest my head there, actually. -G

Yet you dive headlong into every new encounter. J

I don't think you know what you're trying to say. -G

I sure don't. -G

Then I need not say it. J

You have all those words and you still manage not to ever use them on anything of substance. -G

I use them on you. J

I shouldn't be mad at you. -G

I'm literally doing this to myself. -G

Yeah, I think the point stands. -G

Should you ever be mad at me I could scarcely tell the difference. J

I am utterly without surprise to find your voice unchanged in tone pitch or resonance by the circumvention of the ear. J

You must be wiser than me, because I continue to be surprised when you're not more reasonable in my head than you are in real life. -G

Would you be happier to imagine me differently? J

That's what I've been trying to do, it keeps getting away from me. G

Wonder why. J

So do I! I was just thinking about the pie comment and it suddenly turned into a fucking conversation! -G

I've been trying to force it back into a single-stream thought and you just keep talking to me like you're actually there. -G

What if I am? J

Maybe I'm just getting weird 'cause I can't talk to Roach. -G

Oh, fuck off, I'm not that crazy yet. -G

Is Roach alright? J

Is connection truly the measure of insanity? J

With all the consequences of isolation, I think not. J

I can only do very little magic, and the most magical thing about you is when you shut up. So yeah. -G

Hilarious. J

She's fine, I just left her at the inn. Wouldn't want whatever I'm after to take a bite out of her. -G

The wit of the Witcher knows no bounds. J

Argue straight and he'll dance round and round. J

Are you just talking about yourself now? -G

Seven thousand words rhyme with round. J

Refusing sleep as the morning bells sound. J

No. I don't like the beat on that one. J

Resisting. Eluding. J

Refusing? I'm so tired I might just let this thing eat me. -G

I can't sleep. It's not that I won't. -G

It doesn't feel like you're trying very hard. J

Perhaps simply because I am not. J

Two men sit at the bar for at least one shared reason, after all. J

I might actually get to sleep if you shut the fuck up for five minutes. -G

Ask and you shall receive. J

The real Jaskier sings better anyway. -G

Oh to shamelessly enjoy such compliments without wondering: Does it speak of true love or self loathing? J

Alas. The world may never know. J

Self-loathing can be done a lot more quietly than you're doing it, I promise. -G

Oh I've no doubt you've managed. J

I have a completely balanced view of myself. -G

Of course. Objective too. J

Unbiased. Unadulterated. J

Backwards though. You know. Because of how reflections work. J

I must've eaten the wrong kind of berries. -G

Did they taste good? J

They were red and bitter. They were supposed to help me sleep. -G

The other kind of bitter red berries does just the same thing, except it takes longer and it's permanent. -G

Amazing to hear such detailed thoughts while I am only able to imagine your mouth forming: "no". J

You hate it when I talk and you hate it when I don't. Can you choose? -G

It's like we're doomed to make each other miserable. -G

Only because you're hearing hatred in idle observation and only take your affection physically. J

That's what people normally have to offer. -G

I'd also advise you don't make assumptions about how I perceive things. -G

If I am a figment of your imagination, do you not advise yourself? J

Weren't you just arguing that you're not? G

Do you believe me? J

How would I be talking to you then? -G

If you're not imaginary, the most likely alternative is you're not Jaskier either. -G

Plenty of creatures in these mountains that could get in my head. -G

Literally? J

That sounds horrifying. J

Yes. -G

What are you hunting anyway? J

Bites like a werewolf, but it has also reportedly been observed flying, so who the fuck knows. -G

Likely more than one beast. -G

I'm more worried about the flowers. -G

Flowers? J

You know how fungus can hijack the nervous systems of ants? G

They can what?! J

That's horrifying! Why does anyone go outside?! J

There's a rare flower in these mountains, and its one pollinator species is this tiny pixie-type creature. They're harmless in groups, but if they get lost, they go feral, and they will crawl into your brain through the soft palate and get you to feel, hear, do and say whatever they want, until you die. -G

And since people have been fucking everything up, there's more and more of these every season. -G

So if you're not strictly imaginary, this is most likely what you are. -G

A feral pollinating pixie! J

Maybe. -G

Counter-arguments? You always have one. -G

How about: no? I'm not? A pixie? J

Is there even room in your suspicions for a revealed truth? J

Only nymphs take offense like that. -G

And faeries. -G

"I could have magic too, Geralt" Muffled Grunting. Deep gravelly voice. "doubtful." J

It is doubtful. -G

Know a lot of nymphs do you? J

Just a couple. -G

Oh, and Dryads. Don't call dryads pixies, you're just asking for trouble. -G

So what, you're half-elf now? -G

Have you been mutating from exposure to the elven lute? -G

Wouldn't that make for an excellent story. J

I can't quite remember. So much has happened since. J

All this for "I can't quite remember"? You're a shit storyteller these days.  G

What do you remember? -G

I remember chess games and yellow petals. The memory of what I'd done to deserve being turned out into the world slowly fading from a mind that had never forgotten anything. Denied the know-how that would allow me to return before being deemed worthy and absolved. How easily they fail to consider what the absence of fact will do to a conscience that was never guilty in the first place. J

Still no interest in saying things anyone can understand, then. -G

So, in laymen's terms, you got booted from some magical community because they got tired of your shit. -G

Ostensibly. You don't actually know why. -G

This is definitely too convoluted for me to just be making this up anymore. G

No no, you could still be dreaming. J

I would know if I was asleep. -G

Sure, and I would know if I committed egregious crimes worthy of banishment. J

Oh Wait. J

Yeah, I got the joke, you don't have to try so hard. -G

I don't know why I try at all. J

You never laugh. J

I like it when you smirk even when its INFURIATING. J

Hint: that's basically always. J

You want to make me laugh? -G

I wish only to move people to some peak of emotion or enjoyment with my every performance. J

That sounds like it sucks for you. -G

It also sounds like a fae thing. -G

Just boiled down until there's barely anything left. -G

A pie with no filling. J

That again. -G

Did I not apologize? -G

How often do you think that happens? -G

Just drawing comparisons. J

If anything, you're all filling and no pie. -G

Jellied cherries spilling across a plate? J

All that sugar makes my teeth fall out if I even look at you. -G

That would be a sight to see. J

It happens enough in my nightmares, thanks. -G

Do you want more chamomile on your ass? J

Right now? No. -G

Are you volunteering? Because the distance is a problem. -G

Distance? I have no idea where you are. It could be a fifteen minute walk. J

I've been walking for two days to get here from the nearest village, so it's unlikely you'll make it in 15 minutes unless you're an actual faerie with actual wings. -G

I wish I had wings. Wouldn't that be lovely? J

I'm imagining you like a dragonfly now. G

Fucking in the wind? J

I meant dashing across the sky with stained glass wings, but sure, why not. G

I love it when you romanticize me. J

I've never done that.  G

You just did! J

Nothing romantic about bug wings. G

You devastate me. J

Man has walked the halls of hand cut stone structures lined with sun and starlight capturing artwork for centuries, awed by the sight and sounds of echoing infinity they barely manage to imitate. J

The dragonfly made them himself! J

The dragonfly didn't make them any more than you made your face. G

I've never technically retreated into a cocoon. J

Neither did the dragonfly. Those molt. -G

You know too much about bugs for a monster hunter. J

People who only know a little think they know everything. It's not a risk I can take. -G

I suppose it must be easier to know what something is when you know what it is not. J

Is that not how we all define ourselves. -G

Even when we try not to. The things we aren't always cast a longer, sharper shadow than the things we are. -G

Because the light being cast is expectation. J

I'm starting to suspect you will genuinely suffocate and die if you don't get the last word about something. -G

Is that always true though? I don't expect to be a human, it's just a defining trait of mine that I am not one. -G

Other people expect you to be human. J

Do they? -G

You are a monster hunter, and humans have made monsters of all else. What left is there? J

They find some sense, some structure, some logic in what I am. They wouldn't know what to do if I were human. It makes no sense for them to demand it. -G

But that's never stopped anyone. -G

It's my second least favorite thing when you're right. -G

I can't remember what the first least favorite thing is. J

When I'm right. -G

That explains why you refuse to agree with me. J

I hesitate to imagine what might happen if we were both right at once. J

The end of days, obviously. -G

Oh, of course. J

I don't hate you. Just in case you didn't know. -G

I hoped. J

So, can you play chess? -G

I cannot! J

Okay, so you remember just the concept of chess. A polished board with pretty pieces that someone had on display but never used. -G

I remember expectations casting a shadow on who I am. J

No one expects war tactics and victory from a bard. Only the telling of that which has already been accomplished by someone else. J

Lose the flourish. -G

Would you like to know how to play chess. -G

Do you mean to teach me? J

If you want. -G

And if I want you well rested and hale come morning? J

Lower your expectations. -G

I bet I could put you to sleep. J

How so? -G

Would you trust a feral pollinating pixie? J

No. -G

I am, however, tentatively trusting of my bard. -G

I'm touched. J

So? -G

Let's call it imagine. J

Imagine instead of that balled jacket you call a pillow, the cup of a shoulder and chest. Separated, perhaps, by a thin chiffon. J

The weight of an arm folded across your chest, fingers loosely splayed, reflecting the slow echoing drum of matched pulses. J

No way in hell this'll work. -G

You're not imagining. J

How the fuck would you know what I am or am not doing. -G

Do you? J

Know what I'm doing? Most of the time. -G

Phantom fingertips smooth gently over the arc of a tense brow, brushing back white hair teased by wind and restlessness.

You want me to imagine myself being cuddled with. -G

Essentially. J

And you... can't see how stupid that is. -G

Warm palms slide down the length of prone arms, carefully gliding over the bump and fold of layered garments.

You're not going to stop, are you? -G

Stop what? You're imagining. J

Stop prompting me to imagine. -G

Yessir. J

A gentle press of thumbs and knuckles bears into the tense line of muscle stretched from spine to shoulder joints, kneading slowly outwards.

What the fuck did I just say? -G

What happened to caring where the limit is? -G

You're going to push me until I snap, and then you're going to act all hurt about it. -G

And I'm going to have no choice but to feel guilty. -G

Pressure folds closer to the spine, bracing on either side as it rolls and circles and slides lower.

Jaskier . -G
[scolding? pleading? #other? unclear.]

Geralt. J
[calmly, bemused, smug]

Fingers unfold near the base of the spine, smoothing out as they slide around either side and rejoin across his stomach, only to glide gently upwards, smoothing over tense stomach and swelling chest.

I'm not the kind of person who needs foreplay for a nap. -G

Or at all apparently. J

If you want to fuck me, have the decency to do it in person. -G

I'm not the one prone to risking my life. J

Intentionally, anyway. J

Still looking for your point. -G

Besides each time I find you these days, more desirable fields lie ready for your plough. J

Warm, heavy arms fold over a broad chest, the brush of a cheek against dew damp hair to crush softly against the sharp cheek bone and throbbing temple beneath.

How are you doing this? -G

You keep claiming you don't resist sleep. J

You resist sleep like most creatures resist death. J

I resist things I don't understand that could be a danger to me. -G

A tightening grip draws the press of a warm body against a scarred and tense back, not quite spanning broad shoulders, while the soft curve and peak of a mouth and nose tuck into the crook of the throat.

It wouldn't kill you to just answer the question instead of berating me. -G

I said I trust my bard. But how should I know if that's you? -G

Nothing I imagine is ever this vivid. -G

You imagine me often? J

No. -G
[eris voice: You're lying]

Humming a slow and perhaps minor keyed melody of Toss a Coin to your Witcher .

If I knew how, I would tell you. J

Even you don't know what you're doing? Isn't that fucking convenient. -G

I know what. Not how. J

Let's call it. Instinct. J

How did you even come up with that stupid song? -G

I'm not a friend to anyone. Much less humanity at large. -G

You're my friend. J

Yeah, calling it instinct is not helping you seem less like a supernatural Jaskier impersonator out to suck the liquified brains out of my corpse by morning. -G

I guess it would have to be a pretty catchy song for some random malevolent pest to know it. It's not like I know the whole thing. -G

I promised you a turning point in your damaged, dangerous reputation, and I delivered. It takes special skill to convince the masses that a man who could crush their skulls between his hands and thighs is in fact their white knight. J

That's because I'm not. -G

To be amongst the options is touching in itself. J

Your standards for this friendship are very low. -G

Good. -G

You imagine I have many. J

I'm not sure what the object of that sentence was meant to be. -G

The humming shifts into a lilting lullaby which longs for starlit skies and smoke curling into the trees.

A vague thought is best suited to multiple meanings. J

When do you have time to write so many damn songs? -G

Literally always. J

You're not awful at it. -G

Such high praise. I am truly blessed. J

If it works so well that something eats me in my sleep, it'll be on you. -G

No flowers. -G

No flowers? J

On my grave. -G

But I must toss a coin. For my motif. J

Sure. -G

Or keep the wolf medallion and toss that. -G

Shall I rescue Roach in your absence? J

Of course. -G

Be nice. -G

I'll need the wolf medallion to earn her cooperation. J

No. You'll just need a couple red apples. -G

And she likes it when you sing. -G

Oh she Likes it. J

Yes. -G

Animals can enjoy music. -G

My biggest fan is a horse. Marvelous. I'm entranced. J

You should be. She's a good girl. -G

A magnificent girl. J

And a good listener. -G

Only because she can't talk back. J

Though she is skilled in interruption. J

Funny. She never interrupts me. -G

Who could? J

I guess they have become an endangered species by virtue of not fucking listening to me. -G

Well I'm still alive. J

It can't be that deadly. J

Switching tactics slightly, the weight of arms across rising and falling chest is replaced by the warmth and shape of a head, cheek pressed to sternum, with hands shifting down the sides to curl around back.

You're an outlier. Nobody else gets away with this much. -G

Have I been very naughty? J

Not the word I would've used, but I suppose we are now. -G

Distant laughter echoes as if down a stone corridor.

Far-off laughter while you're alone in the woods is never a good thing. -G

Must really be drifting off if I can't get myself to be worried about it. -G

Guess I didn't give your stupid idea enough credit. -G

Or maybe you recognize the sound. J

Some of us have plenty of reason to laugh. J

What's so damn funny,  then? -G

You. J

Oh,  yeah,  I'm a riot.  I should be court jester. G

We'd make a fine performance pair. J

I think a Witcher in a belled bob might strike a very specific fear into unaccustomed hearts. J

The tights, though. J

I'm suffocating just thinking about them. G

They're easier to take off than put on. J

I wouldn't bother taking them off at all if I had to put them back on in the morning.  G

Oh but you have to, it's better for the bits. J

Fuck. That's right. G

Screw it. Just paint them on. G

Fingers, already settled into their gentle resting, twitch in their minute tightening.

What was that about?  G

Just adjusting. Are your eyes even closed? It doesn't count as trying if your eyes are open. J

I think it's a witch.  G

What is? J

This thing.  G

There's too much shit going on. G

I got attacked by trees, and three foot long rats, and  giant spiders, and there's definitely werewolves here. There's almost never this much magic in one place naturally. G

That's too many things. This is why Witchers need team mates. J

No, that's exactly why we work alone. G

Against trees and rats and giant spiders without so much as a shield at your back. J

You'd tell anyone under the same circumstances that they were idiots for trying let alone going alone. J

If you spoke at all. J
[under his breath]

I'm not anyone. G

I was made for this,  literally.  G

That doesn't mean you risk nothing by risking everything. J

Go to sleep. G

You go to sleep. J

Or maybe don't. J

You say the word spiders and now my bed is crawling with their phantom touches. J

You're scared of them? G

Only when they touch me. J

They bite, you know? If they can welt up the flesh with their tiny teeth, I do not want to imagine what a giant could bite. J

Good thing you weren't here then. G

But you are! J

I'm qualified.  G

How does one kill a giant spider? J

Cut it down and then get rid of the head. G

Cut it down from where? J

Legs. G

Oh my. J

That's a little more difficult than throwing my boots from atop a chair. J

I have two silver swords sharp enough to shave with. It's not that hard. G

It's a bit hard. J

Easier than you think. G

You make things look easier. J

It would probably help if you had any clue what to do with a sword. G

I know what to do with a sword. J

I put it down before it hurts me. J

Good call. G

You could probably pick up a trick or two, though. -G

Lofty aspirations. Care to recommend an instructor? J

Probably not me. You'd like me even less. -G

I don't know any other sword people. J

If I can teach you to play chess without us killing each other, I'll think about it. -G

Soppy optimist. J

I don't think there's ever been a sane person who's referred to me as either of those. -G

Have there been not sane references? J

Two. G

Whom? J

Not quite "soppy", but I was once misidentified as "sentimental" about something by a drunk man in a tavern. -G

And not quite "optimist", but a woman who hired me to get rid of a kelpie about 40 years ago said I was "cheerful". And meant it. -G

An almost convincing gasp.

Oh, shut up. -G

She was mostly deaf, so there's that. -G

I see. She couldn't catch your displeased grunting. J

She was also not all there in general. The Kelpie ended up just being a regular horse. -G

What did you do to it? J

Spent three days getting it to trust me and led it away. -G

Not Roach, surely? J

No, I got Roach a while after that. -G

It would not surprise me to hear she was mistaken for a kelpie. J

It would surprise me, have you ever seen a Kelpie? -G

If you wanted there to be a story about that, there is. I stole her. -G

Well now I must hear all of it, of course. J

It's not that thrilling, really. Horses' hearts go into a number of elixirs and spells. She was going to die. I was in need of a horse, and blackberries make good bribes. -G

I can attest to that. J

What does a kelpie look like? J

There's one in the lake north of Kopiec that I could show you. Just don't fuck with it, I'm gonna be really pissed if I have to kill it to save your ass. -G

Sight seeing? Geralt, you rapskallion. How could I resist? J

It's not sight-seeing. It's educating you so you don't try to pet one. G

They hate being touched almost more than me. G

That sounds an awful lot like sight seeing. J

When can we leave? Where shall I meet you? J

When I've dealt with this fucking witch. -G

I'm about two weeks south of Kopiec as the crow flies, so figure it out. -G

You always find me, somehow, especially when I'm trying not to be found, so I'm sure you will. -G

Shouldn't be too long then. I can leave on the morrow. J

Did you hear when I said "two weeks away"? -G

That gives you at least two weeks to succeed yes? I can be in Kopiec before then. J

I'm not following your logic. -G

I don't teleport. That's Yen. -G

If I take two weeks to sort out the witch, I'm still gonna need two weeks to get back. -G

Ohh. J

Not that this is going to take that long. It's a 48-hour thing unless I die. -G

I would think by all accounts it would be a similarly-houred thing if you do as well. J

That's accurate. -G