#this whole book since Geralt met Zoltan and co has just been like. fantasy stoner roadtrip movie. Dude Where's My Daughter.

[thejgatsbykid]

I unironically love how much of a Witcher novel ends up being just. Geralt and his buds on a fucked up road trip. They just met a guy in a cemetery (Regis), got EXTREMELY drunk with him and invited him on their trip, went to a local refugee village to resolve a dispute after their action girl punched a guy so hard he passed out, ended up interfering in a witch trial where their new friend Regis carried a red-hot horseshoe in his bare hand to prove the girl's innocence and they're all just like "ok sure, he's probably something fucked up, he distills some fucking stupendous moonshine tho so we're not gonna be dicks about it." The village gets attacked a minute later and the last Geralt sees of his new friend Regis is him helping the village headman drop said red-hot horseshoe down the pants of the asshole priest (who got called a cumbrain a few pages previously while Geralts friends were roasting him) that had put the girl on trial. A battle then takes place offscreen bc Geralt got kicked in the head and knocked out while trying to hide with Dandelion so they didn't get trampled.