#ᵖᵃᵗʰ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ( witcher. )

[thequarrelsome]

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[thequarrelsome]

“ I’d like to think of it as blocking out any kind of annoying noise. Like the one that threatens to come out of your mouth every time you open it. “

@kurkowna​  |  x .

[thequarrelsome]

The tavern is full just after midday, everyone coming here to rest from the road and the nearby fields, the noise constant with chatting, laughter and music, thousands of smells mixing from sweat to grass, to ale to different kinds of foods and Lambert could go on till eternity in his head, but even through this cacophony of senses, one stands out crisp and clear.

Another witcher. Viper eyes have been following him and he knows he’s equally been noticed. What makes it more curious is the man’s clothing, his unique smell and accent. Not from a school he ever met that’s for certain. His curiosity piqued, he wants to know more, however, that’s hardly in Lambert’s nature. He can’t appear to care, that would simply clash with his own image of himself and that of which he tries to maintain, so simply approaching the other just won’t do. Other tactics are needed and in such a packed tavern, it’s not too hard to figure out what.

It only takes a flick of his wrist to empty the contents of his tankard on a burly enough looking man who immediately jumps up and Lambert simply greets it with a grin.  “ Oh that? That’s for the  smell. “  Just like that, hell was ready to break loose.

@haaklandian​  |  plotted starter .

[thequarrelsome]

Layne can be very entertaining when sober, but when he’s incredibly drunk, that’s absolutely hilarious. Then add to it the fact that Lambert is also highly intoxicated and there is no end to the fun to be had. The wolf witcher is cackling so hard he’s hugging his abdomen in pain, rolling back and forth on a bench, threatened by the prospect of falling off. At least he didn’t use white gull.

When the other touched his face, Lambert offered a grin, turning his face to kiss his wrist before looking back at him.  “ Draw me?  I’m flattered! I don’t see why not, let me just... “  He tries to lie down on the bench, losing his balance several times and having to catch himself before settling into a more comfortable position.  “ Draw me like one of your Toussaint girls. “  He drunkenly giggles.

@silverwield​  |  cont.

[thequarrelsome]

Cold autumn winds are blowing across the plains and Lambert is starting to wonder whether it’s time to think about settling down somewhere for the winter, or if there’s a chance of making it back to Kaer Morhen before the snowfalls. 

He tightens the jacket around his form and rearranges his cloak as he thinks about a hearty meal and warm fire to keep him going until the next stop. Although witchers’ bodies burn hotter, he still feels the biting wind and hopes to be surrounded by four walls soon ideally. 

Nearing a crossing he looked up, noticing a traveller approach from another dirt road and soon enough the outline started to become familiar and his eyes narrowed. It can’t be. It can’t be the foreign witcher, The Continent is all too large to have to run into him again. He tried to bring them something to bond over last time, but it turned out less than favourable. Now he’d rather not attempt to mingle with him. His eyes fixed straight forward he continues on the road in the same pace.

@haaklandian​

[thequarrelsome]

He’s been on the road for a while now and it’s been a particularly dull business, no attacks, either from monsters, bandits or Scoia’tael, just hillsides and forests and fields. This might as well be the surefire sign of the end of the world. Utter boredom.

Finally, it seems life takes pity on him as he notices a small commotion up ahead. It seems a man is being attacked by two thugs, however, he’s not running but rather seems to take up a position ready to fight. Certainly interesting and Lambert continues his steady approach to observe it up close. Not to help, simply observe.

What he notices soon afterwards is the way the man turns his head is different than what he’d usually see in a fight. It’s as if he doesn’t rely on sight. Can that be possible? That only makes this even more interesting, if there was anyone else around he might even wager a few coins for fun but for now, the fight will have to do.

It’s not bad either, the man seems to know what he’s doing. The witcher keeps a safe distance so the thugs don’t think he wants to get involved, simply leaning a little forward in his saddle to spectate. If only he could reach his jerky from here.

@cthlicdevil​  |  plotted starter.

[thequarrelsome]

“ You’re a  girl.  Girls don’t have brains. “

@mrigold  |  STARTER CALL .

[thequarrelsome]

“ It’s unhealthy to get so  worked up,  especially with no reason. “

@deithwyn  |  STARTER CALL .

[thequarrelsome]

“ I’VE ALREADY DECIDED  —  I’m going to the far South, to Sodden, Mahakam and Angren. It’s well known that monsters  abound  wherever armies have passed. The most money is always made in places like that. “

@blzna  |  STARTER CALL .

[thequarrelsome]

It’s been months now, the two of them travelling together. He was indebted to her, he owed her his life, otherwise he wouldn’t have embarked on this journey in the first place. She had her own reasons, Lambert knew that very well, sorceresses always did. Now she needed him, to make sure her life was not taken either, seeing as these days sorceresses had an even worse reputation than witchers.

Reluctance he had infinite resources of, he would voice his displeasure at every given opportunity, not that he didn’t need to listen to Keira whine about lack of proper travelling conditions and no luxuries, although he learned quickly enough that she would conjure up her pocket realms, creating luxurious spaces in them to remind herself of the lifestyle she loved so much. A couple of times he would spy on her in secret, just to enjoy some entertainment himself while on the road.

Lately they argued less... somewhat, perhaps it was tiring at this point, or maybe they have got a little bit used to the presence of one another, not that Lambert would ever admit to that possibility.

After spending enough nights out in the wild, sleeping under the stars, both of them were in desperate need of a soft bed and some better food. A small town was on their way, promising some comforts and a contract or two, and soon it seemed they won’t even have to search hard for a problem to solve. On the town square the first thing they noticed was a small gathering, people talking over one another, the witcher could make out the distinct scent of fear.

“ I guess we could listen in on what’s going on... “

He glanced at Keira, not that they were too quiet about their displeasure either.

@looksmashing

[thequarrelsome]

“ Don’t be  stupid,  Layne, I don’t need any sort of  EXCUSE  to get you out of your armour... for one, I can just start taking it off and I doubt you’d protest, and two, you take it off without my asking most of the time anyway. This time there will be the added benefit of me cleaning that wound too, so let me. Don’t even dream of me saying ‘ please ‘. “

From his satchel he was taking out his water skin - with water in it this time instead of wine - and some bandages, even if the cat school witcher will heal in no time, he wanted to make sure he’ll heal right, but obviously without sounding worried. That would ruin Lambert’s reputation... even if it was probably ruined when it came to Layne anyway.

@carmineink  //  cont.