makes the heart grow fonder

“Ah!” says the innkeeper, as the rowdy crowd finishes singing a song about Geralt’s heroics and segues seamlessly into a saccharine love ballad about the fairytale romance between the daughter of a baron and a lowly bard. “This song, it’s by the very same bard who sang those songs about you, Master Witcher! So in love, he is, with his beautiful lady.”

“Oh, it’s so romantic,” sighs the barmaid dreamily. “That handsome bard, marrying a noble lady!”

Geralt squints up at them doubtfully. “This…bard,” he says. “Dark hair, blue eyes, never shuts up?”

“Aye,” the innkeeper says. “That’s the one.”