#Sandor de Baccalà

[dukeofdogs]

Gwent: The Witcher Card Game | Claw and Dagger | Nilfgaard

[thirstyforred]

for @cake-shop-rarepair-bingo

Title: O fanach robali Prompts: Thirsty's Special Challenge Card: Savolla || Main Card: meet ugly || Additional Inspirations Card: write in another language Fandom: The Witcher, Gwent Rating: G/Not rated Warnings: No Additional Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Savolla/Sandor de Baccalá Additional Tags: gossips, meet ugly, bug lovers & enthusiasts Summary: 5th chapter of the untranslatable fic about the most colorful novigradians, now about entomologists 💕🐛

the unpolished version under the cut :p

provided via Google Translate lmao

Everyone always knew that if old Wiley announced the arena was closed for the weekend in the summer, it was better not to go there at all, no matter what. There was talk that it might be a thicker party of the Kameleon company. So with the sense that if you were not in the subject, so to speak, there was nothing to look for. Only the truth is that it was a meeting of entomologists and they always paid the motherfucker good money for lending the arena.

Because these entomologists are not some village bug fans, but real experts and scholars. Mages and lecturers from Oxenfurt, all of them even from Nilfgaard or Ofir appearing to look at insects.

Well, it is known that such company is a total of greater deviations can have anything Chameleon frequenters. They're just less colorful.

And so they met Savolla, the magician who was expelled from Ban Ard for disciplinary reasons, which is rare there because the school is not famous for its discipline, and Sandor de Baccalá, some minor duke and agent of the blacks.

They only saw each other and the cats started to tremble because they had an ideological clash or who the hell. Savolla was of the Idarran school - that constructs like the Frightener made. And Sandor from Alzul, that is, experimented with mutations. They would gobble about the effects of using something on something's glands, and there would be fisticuffs.

Entolomodists, however, like insects, follow unexplored paths, and you can also find them at the bottom of a glass at the end of the evening. Someone ingenious introduced both gentlemen to Zerrikan moonshine with a scorpion, and before dawn Savolla and Sandor promised each other lifelong friendship, even love, and cooperation between the Salamander and Nilfgaardian intelligence.

And it was from this beautiful relationship that the project was born, which the gentlemen presented the following year, proud as if they had given birth to it themselves. And it was the same self-reproducing Kikimore Queen that escaped from the arena and smashed half of the building.

The Old Fucker wouldn't be swayed by any amount of fistech or black gold, and this was the last year of the entomologists' convention.