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Dear Geralt,
You were expecting me to be waiting for you when you arived off of the mountain but this letter was there instead.
I am currently tied up in the Redanian Court until mid-summer. One of my cousins is getting married and I mist be there.
She is trying to hire a different, inferior bard. He squawcks like a damn chicken with its head cut off. It will be a disgrace to music. But alass, I must attend.
Don't go and get yourself killed while we are a part.
I will meet you at the inn at White Orchard. Write back if your path takes you elsewhere.
,With Regards
Jaskier
P.S. Give Roach and apple for me.