It was nearing dusk when the play opened. Juray and Zoltan sat towards the back, Juray looking over the crowd, sensing that their plan had worked. She could sense a magical creature among the crowd.

A man came out onto stage. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he began. "Most honorable citizens of the Hallowed City of Novigrad! Welcome! We have for you a tale moving and heartbreaking... Its title: The Doppler's Salvation..."

Juray soon spotted a Temple Guard making his way through the crowd, a large and ugly scar over his right eye.

"The players: Witcher Geralt as Himself."

The guard stopped, surprise on his face.

"Catarina as the Queen, Leo Ribe as the 'Umble Servant! Appearing as the Prince a veteran of the Novigrad stage, Abelard Rizza! And as the Princess the lovely trobairitz with the voice of a nightingale, Priscilla!"

The guard stopped to stand a few paces away from Juray. As far as she knew, Dudu was unaware of her ability to sense him. The announcer left the stage and the play began.

~~~

Juray didn't think Geralt was doing half bad. He'd delivered his lines perfectly so far. Juray had moved closer to Dudu, having given up her seat to an old man. The play was now in its third act, a feast scene very much like the one where Pavetta had revealed her Power to save Duny as he was being attacked. Abelard and Priscilla sat together at a table situated at stage right, Catarina sat in an elaborate chair meant to be a throne on stage left. Geralt stood near Catarina. He noticed Dudu earlier in the play and in the Witcher way Juray had confirmed that he was indeed who they sought. Leo was currently standing at the back of the stage, awaiting his cue.

"My dear!" Abelard delivered his lines perfectly, if slightly stiff. "Long have we hid our love's tender fires. In stealth, we'd meet, in deceit, like liars. Tonight shall it end!" He stood, his motions overly dramatic. "Be my wife, that's my plea! Our hearts' torment over, we shall love for centuries!"

"Oh, darling," Priscilla's acting was a bit more natural. "I will, I will, I will!"

"Wait!" Leo cried, stepping forward. "With wine must we toast this moment joyful. If not, a foul curse shall rend your lives woeful."

Abelard and Priscilla turned up the wineglasses before them, Abelard still standing before he exaggerated a cough.

"Treason!" he cried. "'Tis not wine, but a brew spiked with silver! Soon all shall see my true monstrous figure!" He placed his hands over his face.

Geralt then stepped forward. "Hark! Hark!" he said. "'Tis no prince, but a doppler impostor!"

Abelard dropped his hands, having stealthily placed a gold and blue mask upon his face. The crowd gasped.

"Seems men's hearts can love for changelings foster!"

"Behold, Witcher," Catarina motioned towards Abelard. "The beast of which I spoke! Unleash your sword! Let fly the killing stroke!"

Priscilla jumped up, placing herself between Abelard and Geralt. "Stop! Stop! Beast or man, 'tis my love, my betrothed!"

"Sheathe your blades! Fear a doppler? 'Tis a thing most foolish." Geralt moved to the center of the stage. "Changing one's shape does not make one ghoulish." He looked over the crowd. "Remember! 'Tis not flesh a monster makes, but a heart that is base," He motioned towards Leo. "Such as in this knave aches!"

"Witcher, 'tis true!" Catarina stood. "This wretch's foul suspicions tainted my mind with this plan so malicious. The doppler must live, my daughter he'll wed. Beast or man, she loves him truly, without dread."

Geralt moved to the front of the stage. "'Tis our tale's end, good folk, and its moral is this," Geralt looked directly at Dudu. "No monster is he whose shape can shift."

"The Witcher is just, a true doppler's friend." Catarina turned to Leo. "But you, foul page, in chains you shall end."

"Guard!" Priscilla called. "Call the guard! Remove the traitor at once!"

Geralt motioned towards Dudu. "Hey! Hear the princess' command? Come up here!"

Dudu hesitated.

Juray took that moment to improvise. "We've a traitor to take to the dungeons!" She put a hand on his back. "We should not tarry."

Dudu regarded her with surprise and she gave a nod.

"Come on then, guv'nor!" a man said. "Up you go! On stage!"

Geralt motioned for him to come.

"Toss the traitor scum in the dungeon!"

Juray went with Dudu to the stage.

Geralt extended his hand to Dudu. "Don't be afraid," he said. "In the end, everyone'll live happily ever after."

Dudu took Geralt's hand and the Witcher helped him and Juray onto stage. Dudu hesitated again and Juray gave him a gentle push towards Leo, Priscilla barely containing her amusement, and the two escorted Leo backstage as Geralt delivered his final lines.

"Doppler and princess wed the same night. The servant's heart melted, he wept at the sight."

The crowd started to applaud as the cast returned to give their final bow until someone shouted over them.

"Dopplers to the stake! Burn 'em all!"

"He's right! Oy, mummers! Don't know the Eternal Fire's commandments?"

"Blasphemers! Oughta teach them respect for the faith!"

One of the ushers turned towards him. "What you on about! Shut the fuck up and clap, afore I tear you new arseholes."

"Tear me a new one? We'll see about that! On your feet, boys! Give 'em a taste o' hell, in the name of the Church!"

"Give us a hand, Witcher! Can't take 'em on our own!"

"Of course, they had to ruin the fun for everyone," Juray said with a sigh, Geralt hadn't heard her come back to the stage at the commotion.

The fight that broke out was quickly ended with the offenders fleeing with their tails tucked between their legs. The ushers then headed back to the docks after biding Geralt farewell and he and Juray headed backstage to Irina's office.

"Geralt!" Dudu greeted, in his halfing form they all knew. Irina, and Priscilla, still in costume, were sitting with him. "You recognized me! How'd you do it?"

"Greetings, Dudu," Geralt said. "Juray sensed you and confirmed it was you. Also heard about that souvenir Whoreson left on your face."

Dudu looked down. "So... you know... everything?" He looked back up at Geralt. "Have you seen Ciri?"

"No. Still looking for her."

Zoltan walked in at that moment. "Geralt!" he cried. "Masterful! You did great! Haven't laughed that hard in ages! Lads won't believe it when I tell 'em!"

"Come on, he wasn't that bad," Juray said.

Geralt chose to ignore them and turned his attention back to Dudu. "Explain one thing to me: how'd you and Jaskier manage to displease Reuven, Whoreson, and the Temple Guard all at the same time?"

"Because that takes some talent," Juray added, taking a seat next to Priscilla.

"It's not as if we planned it..."

Zoltan gave a laugh as he hopped onto a stool.

"Why didn't you contact Priscilla or the mummers?" Juray asked.

"Thought I'd put them at risk and I didn't want that. Got word of the new mumming, saw it as my chance to learn something, anythin' about Ciri and Jaskier. Wasn't expecting to see Geralt on the stage. I didn't even notice you until Geralt called me on stage."

"I have that effect on people."

"I know Ciri went back to Whoreson's to get you," Geralt said. "How'd you manage to escape?"

"I ran after her, wanting to keep up, but... I'd 'ave been a hindrance. She called out to me, entreated me to shapeshift and disappear..." Dudu turned away from Geralt. "I tried to find them, Ciri and Jaskier. It was as if they'd turned to vapor. Fearing for my life, I shifted each day, becoming someone else. Even considered turning into Ciri, to trick her pursuers, but..."

"Slow down, marmalade," Zoltan said, before looking at Geralt. "Hmmm. Geralt, when'd you last see Cirilla, hm? Either of you actually. Been a while, hasn't it?"

"A while, yeah," Geralt confirmed.

"She was a teenager last I saw her," Juray said.

"For me, likewise. Must be a full-grown lass by now," the dwarf looked at Dudu. "Dudu, do us a wee favor, show us Ciri, for a moment."

Juray wasn't sure the idea was a good one, considering Dudu's scar.

Dudu looked up at Geralt. "Geralt?"

Geralt hesitated a moment, considering, before he shook his head. "No, no need. I'll recognize Ciri when I see her. Sure of it."

"I, uh... just thought you might want to see..."

"No offense, Dudu," Juray said. "But I think it would be best if he saw the real Ciri. Your scar travels forms and none of us want to see her that way."

"I completely understand," Dudu said.

"Not angry with me, are ye, Geralt?" Zoltan asked.

Geralt shook his head. "No."

"I feel relieved."

"And Jaskier?" Dudu asked. "Were you able to find him?"

"Witch Hunters nabbed him," Geralt informed him. "But there's good news, too. Menge's dead."

Dudu gave a disgusted noise. "A fiend. Good thing someone finally killed it. Though another just as bad or worse will likely take its place."

"Wouldn't be so quick to assume," Zoltan said. "Got a feelin' it could be a decent fellow."

"What's he talkin' about?"

"We think we can free Jaskier," Juray explained. "Just need your help."

"What could I do?"

"Take on Menge's appearance. Then go and give the order for Jaskier to be moved to Oxenfurt."

"We'll lay an ambush in the ravine en route," Zoltan added. "Spring Jaskier from the convoy when it rolls by."

Dudu held his hands up. "Wait... Not so fast. How am I to be Menge? And I've no notion where Jaskier's being held..."

"No one knows Menge's dead," Geralt said. "Don't need to worry about being exposed."

"No one... save you? Would this have anything to do with the fire at the Witch Hunters' barracks?"

"You set fire to the place?" Juray asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We were in the area," Geralt replied with a shrug.

Zoltan laughed. "I sorely regret not seein' that!"

"Actually, I do too," Juray agreed. "Jaskier's on Temple Isle. Imprisoned there. You'll need to find out exactly where."

"But what if they grow suspicious? Start asking questions?"

"I'll bet my best axe no one'll pester the commander of the Temple Guard," Zoltan said. "Besides, you're a doppler and an actor, and an actor and a doppler. Got double the spark to improvise your way outta any situation. Things get spicy you'll just nip round the corner and transform into a buxom wench, a jackdaw, or whatever else strikes your fancy."

"Of course. It's that simple. Thanks." Dudu wasn't very happy with the plan. Juray didn't blame him.

"Listen, you'll manage," Geralt said. "Everybody believes Menge's missing. You can make up any story you want."

"Me lads and me'll lie in the ravine. Juray and Geralt'll then join us and we'll await word from ye."

"But how am I to contact you as Menge? Send word that the convoy's left?"

"Improvise," Juray said.

"Come on," Geralt said. "Guile's your middle name."

"So? We all clear?" Zoltan stood. "Dudu, get your arse to Temple Isle. I'm off to assemble my crew, and we'll be waitin' for ye, Witchers."

"We'll meet you there," Juray confirmed.

"Whoa!" Dudu cried as Zoltan started to head to the door. "Wait! Hold on! What happens after? I-I hope you don't expect me to continue as Menge, live like Chappelle, burning the occasional heretic to keep up appearances...?"

"No," Geralt said. "Once it's over, we expect to see you at the Rosemary and Thyme, where we'll all meet..."

"To get pissed like wild badgers," Zoltan finished. "So? Settled? Let's get to work!" Zoltan left.

Dudu sighed. "I hate this fucking plan."

"Well, it's the best we have right now."

"For Jaskier. Might have to start paying me to save his arse," Dudu muttered the last as he left, causing Juray to snicker. She stood to leave.

Irina stood as well. "Geralt. You were marvelous! Not a single mistake." She turned to Juray. "And you did a marvelous job with that bit of improvision with Dudu."

"The performance in general," Geralt asked. "What'd you think?"

"I doubt the audience understood it all, but that's to be expected. I'm just pleased the Puffins got the word out. That was quite the crowd. You were right to cast Abelard as the Prince. It's likely Maxim would have shown up drunk as a fish, or forgotten about the premiere altogether." Irina handed Geralt a coin purse. "Here you are, your fee. I must admit, your style of mumming, well, it's quite... minimalist."

Juray smirked.

"Did you study anywhere?"

"At Kaer Morhen. Minimum expression means maximum effect."

Juray couldn't help the snicker that escaped her.

"Thanks for the coin. Take care now. Come on, Juray."

Juray and Geralt met Zoltan and his men at the ravine. The Witchers overlooked the area. The Pontar was on one side of the road, a steep hill on the other side. Escape for the Witch Hunters and Temple Guard would be possible, but slow and they would be cut down before they could.

"Seems everything's ready," Geralt said approvingly.

"Aye," Zoltan agreed. "Soon as we catch sight of 'em, we'll block the road, 'gainst the whole unit, if need be. And... you know I think it's a great plan all around, and I'm always glad to help..." Zoltan walked over to the fire he'd built, Geralt turning towards him while Juray continued to look over the area. "And it's not like I'm not eager to crack some holier-than-thou buggers' skulls, but... Seein' as we've got a doppler, wouldn't it've been easier to have him release Jaskier and... and be done with it?"

"Would have raised suspicions," Juray said before turning back to the two. "Think about it, Zoltan. "Menge disappears, then shows up with a scar on his face to release Jaskier?"

"Ehh, I suppose you're right."

Juray's attention went to her left behind Zoltan as a figure approached. "Priscilla?"

Priscilla joined them by the fire.

"What're you doing here?" Geralt asked.

"Some child brought a note from Dudu, the convoy will leave at dawn. May I stay with you? I can't stand it, sitting at home, worrying about Jaskier."

"Never fear, my dear, you'll get your warbler back, just hope he's got his p—," Zoltan cut himself off. "Dammit! Gotta watch the rhymes in the presence of a lady."

"Then what am I?" Juray asked with a smirk.

"You don't count."

"So that's what you really think."

"Go back to town," Geralt said, ignoring the banter.

"Please..." Priscilla begged. "I shan't be any trouble."

"I don't see why she can't stay, Geralt," Juray argued. "Otherwise she'll stay at home and worry herself sick."

Geralt sighed. "Fine, she can stay. On one condition..."

"I know. As soon as the fighting starts, I'm to stand at a distance."

"Because I'm sure Jaskier would kill us if you got hurt while we rescued him," Juray said.

Priscilla nodded, understanding.

"Not much happening just yet," Zoltan said. "And it might be some time 'fore it does..."

Priscilla sat down next to the fire and pulled out a deck of cards. "Well, how about a game of Gwent?"

After several rounds between the four of them, Juray winning most of the games, Priscilla finally gathered her cards and put her deck away.

"This was a stupid idea," she said.

"You're the one who wanted to play," Juray reminded her with a laugh as she put away her own deck.

"They're comin'!" the cry went up, drawing all their attention towards the road. "They're comin' now!"

"Priscilla, stay here," Geralt said as they started to head to their positions.

Priscilla had a look on her face that was a cross of worried and terrified.

"We'll bring him back to you," Juray said.

The armed escort casually made its way down the road, a mix of Temple Guard and Witch Hunters. Two Witch Hunter rode horses at its head, hunters also driving the three carts with Temple Guard walking alongside them and two more Witch Hunters at the rear. A tree suddenly came crashing down, landing on top of one of the mounted hunters. The second hunter was thrown from his horse as the beast reared from terror and bolted. He staggered to his feet, drawing his sword as the rest of the men did the same, looking around the area. A moment later, Geralt, Juray, Zoltan, and several dwarves charged at the convoy.

"Heeeeelp!" a tenored voice cried and Geralt spun around to see a Witch Hunter galloping away, Jaskier slung over the saddle like a sack of grain.

"Jaskier! Dammit!"

"Go after Jaskier!" Juray cried. "We'll keep these bastards busy."

Geralt sprinted away, whistling for Roach. Juray turned back to the fray, hearing Roach's galloping hooves move away from them. The Witcher's steel sword expertly blocked their blows. Several of the Witch Hunters, upon seeing her use of Aard, decided that she was a mage and focused on her. They soon found they underestimated her when they lay dead in three strokes.

"Show off," Zoltan said. Juray only smirked as she used Aard to send another Witch Hunter into one of the carts and ran her sword through his chest.

"Witch Hunters are a much of idiots as bandits when it comes to attacking Witchers." They went and opened the other carts to find they had just been decoys. "Let's go and see if Geralt caught up with Jaskier and his escort."

~~~

Geralt stepped over the body of the Witch Hunter, sheathing his steel sword and heading towards the chair Jaskier was sitting in, his hands bound behind him and a gag in his mouth. It was perhaps the quietest Jaskier had been since the incident with the djinn, which was how he'd met Yennefer. He'd tracked the two to a hut in the middle of the wood, where a dwarf and two halflings had been making counterfeit paintings of Hierarch Hemmalfart's official portrait. They told him of a back way in and Geralt was able to surprise the Witch Hunter holding his best friend hostage. Geralt freed Jaskier.

"Geralt!" Jaskier cried. "Must you ruin everything? I had him right where I wanted him..."

Geralt's only response was to raise a brow and Jaskier started to laugh.

"It's good to see you, friend! Been a while since you were last in Novigrad. What's—"

Geralt motioned to the door. "Come on. We'll talk outside."

Outside they were joined by Juray, Zoltan, and Priscilla.

"Priscilla?" Jaskier asked, genuinely surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Priscilla immediately hugged him. "Are you all right?" she asked. "You had me worried sick!"

"Jaskier, you rascal!" Zoltan faux scolded. "Got this lass to thank for us racin' after youse. She chivvied and chivvied...!"

"Shame you arrived too late to see us hoodwink that hunter!" Jaskier said, causing Juray to snort a laugh.

"Shame indeed," the Witcher said.

"Don't encourage him."

"Juray! Lovely to see you, my friend. I had a plan all set, but then Geralt –"

Geralt cut him off. "Jaskier, I need to ask you something. It's important, so focus."

Jaskier turned to his friend.

"Where's Ciri?"

"Ciri?" Jaskier frowned. "I thought, seeing how you're here..." His look turned worried. "You haven't seen her? I... well I don't know where she is."

"We know you tried to help her," Juray said. "Although I do wonder why you went to Whoreson Junior of all people..."

"No one else came to mind. Maybe, given more time, I'd have done things differently, but Ciri said the Wild Hunt was on her trail. Whoreson seemed pretty harmless by comparison."

Juray couldn't argue that logic.

"Something went wrong...," Geralt said.

"So... you've heard everything?" Jaskier looked at the others and they nodded to confirm. "I hope you're not mad, you can't be... My plan was perfect... until we put it in motion. How was I supposed to know Menge was after Dudu?"

"Heard enough about your plan. Need to know what happened to Ciri. When'd you last see her?"

"We were on Temple Isle, running from Whoreson's men..."

"Grab the bitch!" one of Whoreson's men cried.

Ciri and Jaskier were fleeing from them after the chaos in Whoreson's house.

"They've barred all the gates!" Jaskier cried, panic in his voice. "We have to run! Grab a horse! To the temple!"

Stealing a pair of horses, they rode at breakneck speed towards the temple, running down Whoreson's men in the process. They abandoned the horses as they were ambushed. Jaskier stayed back as Ciri cut them down, her skill evident she was trained by Witchers.

"Come on!"

Jaskier darted after her.

"They're headed for the square! After them!"

Ciri collided with a priest and he tumbled to the ground as she stumbled.

"Guards!" the priest cried. "Guards!"

The guards and Whoreson's men advanced on them.

Ciri pointed towards the exit. "Jaskier!"

The bard turned and ran while Ciri fought off their attackers. She gave a cry as she was disarmed and thrown to the ground. She was back to her feet a moment later, killing one of Whoreson's men with his own sword. Temple guards were now approaching as Ciri fell to her knees, grabbing her sword. Jaskier stopped, just feet from the exit, and turned, seeing the crossbow trained on her.

"Ciri!" Jaskier turned back and ran towards her, intent on pushing her out of the way. But the moment he reached Ciri, she disappeared and he went sprawling to the ground, the bolt barely missing him. "Ciri?" Jaskier realized he was surrounded, the crossbows pointed at him. "Dammit!" He'd forgotten about that particular talent of hers. He raised his hands to show he was unarmed.

"Arrest that man!"

"Ah, what an adventure!" Jaskier had taken a seat on the bench on the porch of the hut. "One minute we were pulling off the heist of the century, the next we were the prey, a pack of hunters on our tail..."

Priscilla sighed. "Yes, a splendid story, but I think I've had my fill of this boasting." she turned to the dwarf. "Come, Zoltan, we must convince the halflings they saw nothing at all." She and Zoltan left, leaving the two Witchers with Jaskier.

"Gave me enough material for a volume of ballads! And this one'll sell like hotcakes!"

"Didn't you say that about the last one?" Juray teased. "Can't wait to read the one about you draped over the saddle like a sack of corn screaming like a wench."

"I was not screaming."

"You have a very distinct scream."

Geralt cut off the banter. "That all you care about, the ballads this'll inspire?" he snapped. "Ego swell a bit lately? Getting more and more selfish with age."

"What is that about?" Jaskier asked, concern on his face.

"It's about Ciri!"

"Why would I ever worry about her?"

"Maybe because the Wild Hunt is on her ass," Juray said.

"Do you two have any idea how she fights?!" Jaskier stood. "The girl can take care of herself, believe me. Anyway, she's gotta come back for that little box. The trinket that started it all."

Geralt pulled out the phylactery he'd taken from Whoreson's safehouse. "Mean this?"

"You get it from Whoreson?! Whoa, Ciri'll be overjoyed. Whoreson on the other hand's gotta be pre-tty furious!"

"He would be if I hadn't beat the shit out of him before I slit his throat and left him to drown in his own blood," Juray said casually.

"I can't say that news saddens me."

"Bet it didn't sadden anyone."

"What about Sigi Reuven... how's he doing?"

"He's fine," Geralt answered.

"That's too bad. 'Cause I have a sneaking suspicion he might be a teeny bit mad at me..."

"Whatever made you think that?" Juray asked.

Geralt brought them back on topic by holding up the phylactery. "Ciri ever tell you what it is? And Whoreson, why'd she go to him with it?"

"She went to Whoreson because I took her there."

"Coulda guessed that was your idea." Geralt turned away from Jaskier, fuming.

"What? Her magic bauble was broken, Whoreson had access to the mages who could fix it. Besides, she needed help deciphering a curse... its incantation."

"A curse?" Juray asked. "She tell you anything about it?"

"She wasn't all that willing to talk about it. I didn't want to pry."

"The one time when it might've been useful," Geralt grouched.

"Geralt."

"But I'm almost positive she meant to lift it," Jaskier added.

Geralt turned back toward them. "Off who, what? Or was it about her directly?"

"No... I don't think so... I mean, she didn't look cursed. But boy was she in a hurry."

"Know any other details that might be helpful?" Juray asked.

All of the Wolf School Witchers knew Juray seemed to specialize in lifting curses. She had the best success rate out of all of them and Geralt figured it was due to her own curse. Although, everyone but Juray and Lambert didn't think it was a curse.

"Well, I know the words."

"You're kidding!" Geralt exclaimed.

"No. They were elven. Ciri was constantly repeating them to herself, probably not to forget. Went like this:" Jaskier then began to motion like he was reciting one of his ballads. "Va fail, elaine, ceàdmil folie! Gleaddyv dorne aep t'enaid, bunn'droh ithne i'yachus."

Juray frowned. "Goodbye beauty, hello madness," she translated. "Sword thorn of soul, burn within blood." She looked at the others. "That makes no sense to me."

"Me either," Geralt said as Jaskier sat back down. "Ciri say anything else?"

"Didn't say much at all, to be honest. Geralt, she's no longer that little girl who ran around Kaer Morhen. Sure, she's still impulsive, alive, but she's also stubborn and sulky..."

"That sounds familiar," Juray said, looking at Geralt.

Jaskier gave a laugh. "Apple didn't fall far from the tree, lemme tell you."

"Right..."

"You gotta admit, Geralt," Juray said. "She's always taken after you."

Geralt sighed and sat next to Jaskier. "She slipped away, again... I was so close."

"Hmm... She came here from Velen. Somebody there helped her, apparently. Maybe she went back?"

Juray shook her head. "We just came from there. Talked to the baron that helped her. He

said she went to Novigrad to look for Yen and Geralt."

"And Yen's in Skellige, looking into traces she thinks Ciri left behind there," Geralt finished.

"So? Skellige?" Jaskier asked.

"Skellige."

"You two have chattered enough," Priscilla said, approaching with Zoltan. "Now it's my turn to talk to Jaskier."

"And I'll gladly have a go at him when you're done," Zoltan added. "Let's get back to the Rosemary and Thyme."

Jaskier stood. "Weeell, I've certainly had my share of excitement for one day. A juicy roast and a soft bed with fluffy pillows, I think that's the least I'm owed..." He looked at Juray and Geralt. "We haven't seen each other, talked, in ages. Consider dropping by if you're in the area."

"We'll stop by before we leave Novigrad," Juray promised.

"I'll hold you to that. See you soon. And thanks again for today, Geralt."

"Any time."

Jaskier left with Priscilla and Zoltan.

"I guess I'll meet you at the Rosemary," Juray said, approaching Shadowmount. "I have something I need to do first."

"I'll come with you."

"No, both of us don't need to get involved. Besides, with your reputation, it's best you don't get involved."

"Look, what you said. You were right."

"Just meet me at the Rosemary. And tell Jaskier I'll join you in a while."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Don't want you to touch this." With that, she turned Shadowmount and headed back to Novigrad.