Geralt followed the female bard back out of the room, his eyes never leaving her body and the subtle sway of her rounded hips, as they made their way down the stairs. The tavern was full, fuller than any tavern he had seen before. Every available space seemingly filled with a body, apart from a little area that the landlord had obviously set aside for (Y/n) to perform from. A hush falling over the crowd, as all eyes turned to look at her, and the big man behind her. Quite whispers, hidden by hands, the only thing to break the silence, until........

"Ah, (Y/n). Thank goodness........" Master Bador said with a relieved sigh, as he pushed his way through the waiting patrons.

"It would appear that ya drummed up more than a little business for me, this evening. I swear every able body in town, has come to see ya tonight. I have even had ta turn them away at the door....." The rotund man chuckled, before gently taking her arm.

"Now, come, come; they are all here for one reason, so let them hear that voice of yours......Oh, and your friend is over there, Master Geralt........" Bador said; calling back to the Witcher and pointing to the table where (Y/n) and he had left Jaskier, as he carefully pulled the female bard through the expectant audience. Geralt following after them, shaking his head, as he found Jaskier with his arms crossed firmly over his chest, it obvious that he was far from pleased.

"Quite the crowd........." Geralt said, as he took a seat in the last available spot next to Jaskier. Shaking his head, as the bard let out a huff before muttering something again about (Y/n) being a showoff and that she was doing all this to irk him. The murmurs of conversations around them suddenly quieting once more, as the sound of softly strummed strings, filled the air. The Witcher's eyes widening as (Y/n) closed her own eyes and began to sing. Her words this time not in Common Speech as they had been when he and Jaskier had heard her in town, but in a mix of Elder Speech and the euphonious version of the Elder Speech, Mer-dialect. The crowd totally silent, mouths agog, as her voice filled the space; even Jaskier appeared to be enchanted, as the female bard sang of a Gwybliedd, a white wolf named Saov, who had fallen in love with the most beautiful of mermaids; the two not able to be together, as Saov could not live in the water, and the maid, Minne, could not live on the land. Yet they would not be kept apart, the two meeting every day where the sea met the land; Minnie holding her Saov close, as they sat together by the surf. The maid not leaving her wolf until he would fall asleep in her embrace. Yet one day......one day Minnie did not come; and then another day passed and then another. Saov refusing to leave their spot as he looked out over the water; praying that his love was well and would soon return to him. The white wolf unaware that her father, the king of the sea, had killed his own child when he had discovered that she loved the wolf against his wishes. Saov pinning away, day after day as he watched the waves in hopes of seeing his maid again; rejecting all notions of sustenance or sleep, until he himself passed away. The lovers only able to be finally joined in death. Not a word being spoken by anyone, as (Y/n) sang the last note. Geralt able to see a single tear making its way down the female bard's cheek, before the crowd suddenly erupted into thunderous applause. The sound breaking Jaskier out of daze, and even he clapping his hands.

Geralt sat back, as (Y/n) began to sing another song, this tune much livelier and in Common Speech; the crowd continuing to clap along with the beat, as his eyes stayed on her. The Witcher trying to work out how an apparently normal, though exceptionally beautiful woman, knew not only Elder Speech but also the Mer-dialect, blending them seamlessly in her song. Geralt thinking back to what she had said, that the man that had raised her, lived in Blackhaven, a village not far from the river Yaruga; standing between it and Kagen in Riverdell. And given that the Yaruga was the main river inland from the sea, it was more than conceivable that Merpeople could very well make it to the village. Yet (Y/n) looked nothing like a mermaid, her hair far from green and she having legs rather than a tale the biggest sign; yet unless the old man her taught her to speak in such a fashion, unless he had taught her how to ensnare the minds of those that listened to her sing, then what other explanations could there be, other than that (Y/n) was some part mermaid. Yet it was obvious that Geralt was not going to be able to ask her about it any time soon; the crowd, nor the landlord showing no signs of wanting her to stop now; the Witcher sure that because of her, Master Bador would be making more than a pretty penny, that evening. So, all he was able to do for now, was continue to watch her and see if there was anything else about her that would make it clear what she truly was.