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โ an independent portrayal of Eskel from the Witcher universe
โ crossovers welcome, mirrored description, mature themes
โ ships on chem, will not ship with Geralt or Lambert
Eskel โ
she's carefully copied the recipes she deciphered from Vesemir's old notebook. everything is in her crisp handwriting โ she obviously took weeks and weeks to make sure she was never getting sloppy.
there's also a small leather harness for Bleater, which is in her stall.
@CreatedByFear "Oh, I like that idea," Eskel grinned in agreement, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, cup between his fingers.
"Thanks," he laughed softly. "Soon. Gonna have to start sleeping out there soon."
@CreatedByFear Eskel lifted his own cup to his mouth a laughed, the deep sound echoing around the small space.
"Good luck with that. Everytime I tell him that he goes 'but the bard does work!'" Eskel laughed again, glancing at Geralt. "Hmm, yeah. And we're expecting babies again."
@CreatedByFear Oh, Eskel knows. Lambert does too.
He grinned, laughing a little before he nodded. "Goats are keeping me busy. The damn keep falling in around us is keeping me busy."