#i have the feeling geralt got into a touch of chaos hehe
Jaskier walking through a market place past a pen where a bunch of horses for sale are kept. A horse neighs. Jaskier stops, turns around with a grimace on his face and looks at a chestnut mare. “Roach?” Roach nods. “He’s lying in a ditch somewhere, right?” Another nod. Melitele above that horse has always been too smart for his own comfort. “I will have to steal you back now, I guess?” Roach neigs rather dramatically and Jaskier sighs. So much for a calm evening. A few paces behind the guy who sells the (stolen) horses backs away, suddenly having decided that that particular mare is not worth the trouble.
