Chapter 4: Nilfgaardians

As the group arrived at the inn, they unmounted their horses, the head of the griffin dangling from Roach's back, and the horses entered the stables.

Geralt looked at the guards that stood outside the village, they wore black, the banner of a yellow sun in a black field waved majestically as some northman spat quietly to the banner.

"Nilfgaardians." grunted Vesemir. "We should not attract attention here."

"Agreed." hummed Geralt. "Let's go."

The group then quickly entered the inn. Bunch of drunk men were drinking in the corner, the inkeep's busy serving them, they got handsy a bit, but nothing ever escalated. They heard the group enter, and stared at them. As soon as they saw Geralt's and Vesemir's cat eyes, they sneered, before coming back to their drinking.

A man then grabbed the inkeep roughly, and stared at her for a while.

"What?" questioned the inkeep.

The man pointed at the coat of arms beside the bar. "Take that down, or it'll bring trouble."

Another man then elbowed the man. "That is the coat of arms, the Temerian lilies! They've a right to hang there!"

"This ain't Temeria no more," said the man calmly. "It's Nilfgaard now."

The inkeep then walked back to the bar, she looked at the coat of arms sadly, and took it down. Geralt and the group walked to the bar, greeting the inkeep.

As they walked to the inkeep, men kept spitting at them, Geralt and Vesemir were used to it, but Mikael?

"Stop," said Vesemir. "Don't bring trouble."

"Bunch of racists…" cursed Mikael.

"Beg of Pardon for those thugs." said the inkeep. "Folks're jumpy around here, an army of black ones just passed, raiding villages around here."

"It's fine." said Geralt. "Part of a witcher's life."

The inkeep nodded. "That, and there's a Griffin prowlin' around 'ere… people are scared..."

"The Griffin's dead." added Mikael. "Killed it on the way here."

"Really?" said the inkeep, surprised at the news.

"Yeah, it attacked your kinsman, Bram." said Geralt. "But we took care of it."

"Bram? How is he?"

"Alive." answered Vesemir. "Albeit barely…"

"Master witchers, food and drinks in the house." smiled the inkeep. "What can I do for you?"

Geralt hummed, and sat on the bar. "Looking for someone. A woman, black hair, medium height, and… smelled like Lilac and Gooseberries…"

"Haven't seen a woman like that… or smelled…" chuckled the inkeep awkwardly. "If a woman like that entered my inn, trust me, I'll know."

"Yeah, this woman's not easy to forget." chuckled Vesemir.

"Plenty of travelers, about." continued the inkeep. "Might've seen the woman, worth your whole to ask around."

"Will do." nodded Geralt. "Oh, and bring a couple of rye to our table."

The inkeep smiled. "Coming right up."

The group then walked towards a table in the corner of the room. They sat down, away from the others' prying eyes.

"You should try to go to the Nilfgaardian camp in the north." spoke Mikael suddenly, making Geralt raise his eyebrow.

"What?"

"The black ones might have seen her," said Mikael. "Bring the Griffin's head as well, you probably can claim the bounty there."

"How do you know all this?" questioned Geralt in confusion.

"Just trust me." said Mikael, rolling his eyes.

"I don't trust you." grunted Geralt. "You only followed us for what? A day or two?"

"And I'm helping you find Yennefer." refuted Mikael. "Tell me Witcher, do you sense any lies in my heartbeat?"

"Not really, but that could be faked easily." Geralt said. The inkeep then brought them the rye they asked, and Geralt took a sip. "But fine, I'll check it out."

Geralt then stood up, and looked at Vesemir's wound. "You should clean that."

"I know, I know, I'm not decrepit yet." said Vesemir casually. Geralt just hummed. "I'll look around."

Geralt then walked away from the table, leaving Vesemir with Mikael.

"You need help with that?" questioned Mikael.

"You only have one arm, young man, I doubt you'll be helpful."

Mikael snorted. "Just trying to help…"

Mikael stood up. "I'll leave you alone then old man." Mikael then walked up to a table nearby. A man that was neatly dressed was playing cards with the locals. The local cursed the man for something, and bolted off.

"Got a minute?" questioned Mikael to the man.

The man looked at Mikael, and nodded. "Why not. Aldert Geert, assistant professor in contemporary history at Oxenfurt academy."

Mikael then sat opposite of Aldert. "Mikael, one-armed, A.. Vagabond… I guess."

"You… guess?"

"Still trying to figure out where I belong." hummed Mikael, he then looked at the cards that were scattered around the table. "Wanna play Gwent?"

Aldert smirked. "Thought you never asked."

—

As time passed by, night came by. Vesemir had cleaned his wounds, and began stocking up supplies, Geralt was nowhere to be seen, and Mikael was still playing Gwent with Aldert.

"How are you this good!" Protested Aldert.

"Just a natural, I guess." smirked Mikael.

"I'm done playing with you!" growled Aldert. "Out of my table!"

"So long then." laughed Mikael as he stood up, many cards gained from Aldert, including rare ones as well.

He then walked back to Vesemir, where he was just drinking.

"Any signs of Geralt?" questioned Mikael as he sat down again.

Vesemir shook his head. "Let him be, let him do his thing, he'll be back tomorrow morning."

Mikael hummed. He looked at his missing right arm, and saw that the bandage was now dirty with rot.

"Got anymore bandages?" asked Mikael.

"None, you can buy some, there's a herbalist nearby, it's night time though, but you should check it out."

"I don't have any crowns."

"Here." said Vesemir, giving a pouch of crowns. "Not much, enough to buy some bandages."

"Thanks old man." Mikael then stood up, exiting the inn to go to the Herbalist.

—

As he arrived at the herbalist cabin, he heard loud moans from the inside of the cabin. Mikael raised his eyebrows, and just knocked loudly on the door.

"Anyone there!?" shouted Mikael.

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The moaning abruptly stopped, and sounds of ruffling can be heard from the inside. A minute later, a disheveled looking herbalist opened the door.

"What do you want?" grumbled the herbalist.

Mikael secretly sneered. "Do you have bandages?"

"You come in the middle of the night to find some bandages?" questioned the Herbalist.

"Yes."

The Herbalist sighed. "Wait a second."

The woman then closed the door again, and started searching for bandages. Then, Mikael saw a horse beside the shack… it's Roach.

"Geralt, you in there?!" shouted Mikael again, laughing a bit.

The door abruptly opened, and saw Geralt already wearing his armor. "It's you." grumbled Geralt. "Way to cockblock…"

"Hey, I just need some bandages." shrugged Mikael. "And you're searching for Yennefer, yet you're fucking another girl here?"

Geralt just snorted. "Whatever."

He then walked to his horse, and put some things to the roach's poach.

The herbalist soon came back with bandages. "Here." she said.

Mikael then gave her the crowns, and smirked. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Just fuck off." cursed the Herbalist, before slamming her door.

Mikael just chuckled, and walked to Geralt, before jumping to his horse. "You get anything?"

"You're right, they do know," said Geralt. "Yen's in Vizima. We'll travel there, you'll still follow us?"

Mikael shook his head. "Probably not, I'll head north after this. You guys have maps right?"

"We'll give you one later."

—

As the two entered the inn once more, they approached Vesemir, who was drinking silently in the corner, watching every move of the locals.

Geralt sat down, and said. "Yen's in Vizima, got a few friends there, so…"

He then noticed Vesemir's careful attitude. "Something wrong?"

"Look around," he said. "Trouble brewing."

Geralt turned around ,only to see locals staring at them rather hatefully.

"Typical northman," said Mikael. "Xenophobic arse."

"It's the way we are." Vesemir said. "Keeps us away from trouble."

Vesemir then stood up, "I'll buy some more things, then we'll go." he looked at Geralt and Mikael. "We should stay out of it. Just this once."

Both nodded, and Vesemir walked towards the bar, talking to the inkeep.

"So, what are you going to say to her?" said Mikael suddenly.

"What?"

"To Yennefer." continued Mikael. "Seeing that you were in bed with one of her friends for years…"

"How do you even know that?" scoffed Geralt.

"You didn't answer my question." shrugged Mikael.

"None of your business, that's for sure." snorted Geralt.

Mikael just chuckled in amusement. But then, a shouting match suddenly happened. The inkeep's head was suddenly slammed to the bar multiple times by a drunk woman, shouting that she should be grateful or something, but then, Vesemir interrupted, making the woman push him away.

Geralt and Mikael stood up, and the other locals stood up as well.

The locals approached them, and Vesemir stepped up. "Recognize this medallion? You know what this means, back off."

Geralt walked towards the inkeep, and asked. "You alright?"

The inkeep ignored him, and Geralt just shrugged.

"They say Witchers steal young'uns!" shouted a local. "What'd the emperor promise you freaks? Your own land? Like what he did to the elves once?!"

"Whoa, calm down friends." interrupted Mikael. "Let's not lose ourselves here."

"Why a cripple like you helping those mutants?" spat a local. "They promised you they could grow your pathetic arm back?"

"Well, if they could…"

"Get out of the way you armless mutt!" a local then shoved Mikael out of the way, and they faced the Witchers once again.

"Get out! All of you!" shouted Vesemir impatiently.

"We ain't going nowhere." sneered the locals, unsheathing their weapons. "And neither are you."

The Witchers then unsheathed their steel, and Vesemir whispered. "They won't back down now…"

"I can see that…" Geralt answered.

But then, before the others could strike, Mikael kicked a man from behind. The man was thrown out the windows, breaking a couple of bones along the way.

"Why'd you shove me!?" shouted Mikael. The locals soon turned to him, and started attacking him.

A man with a club was first. He tried to slam his club to Mikael's head, but the club was grabbed. Mikael then heatbutt the man, cracking the man's skull, making him groan in pain on the ground.

A man with a knife tried to stab him in the back. Mikael stepped to the side, before grabbing the man's head, and slamming it to the table, breaking the table to pieces.

Mikael then turned to the other guys. A man approached him, and he kicked his ankle, breaking it instantly. As the man groaned in pain, he knelt in front of him, and Mikael kicked the man's head, he was thrown to the side, the man's head was stuck to the wall, barely alive.

The last man was staring at Mikael, scared shitless at what he just saw. "You want to come at me too, cunt?! How does it feel to be beaten by an armless mutt?!"

"I- Have Mercy…" pleaded the man. He dropped his butcher's knife, and knelt in front of Mikael.

Mikael relaxed a bit as he sighed. He turned to the baffled witchers, and said. "Sheath your swords Withcers."

The witchers nodded, and they sheathed their steel. All the men were groaning in pain, they weren't dead, but they would rather be dead now.

Geralt turned to the woman who slammed the inkeep's head earlier, and offered his hand. "It's over now…"

"Y-Yeah…" murmured the lady, grabbing the Witcher's hand. She stood up, and walked away from the witchers.

They then heard sounds of galloping from outside, the ground shook a bit, as heavy armor walked. They were curious, and walked outside of the inn, and they saw that Black ones had surrounded the inn.

"We didn't start the brawl." said Geralt innocently to the soldiers in front of him.

A woman's voice then sounded from the back of the soldiers, bearing a proud voice.

"Excuses, excuses… you've not changed a bit."

The soldiers then moved away, revealing a woman, with raven hair, violet eyes, a heavenly body, and most important of all, smelled like Lilac and Gooseberries.

Geralt stood in shock as he saw the woman.

"Y-Yen?"

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