#the hansa
quick little ‘what if the hansa all made it to the games’ design request for a friend :’) they all hang out in toussaint and still breakfast together every other week
he then proceeded to uncle her
hmu only if your party consists of: a poetaster with a lute, a wild and lippy half-dryad, half-woman, a vampire about to notch up to his fifth century, a nilfgaardian who insists he isn’t a nilfgaardian, a witcher who suffers from pangs of conscience, impotence and the inability to take decisions, and angoulême
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.
Some Arcane Angoulême
Bonus Dandelion:
Haloween costume idea for the hansa but they just collectively dress as regis