Just a Witcher 3 fanfic

Helping the boys

(Deciding to help Eskel first, Geralt and Arivan hop on their horses and find some tracks on the road)

Arivan: There's some fresh horse tracks

Geralt: Must be Eskel's. No one else has left the keep recently

(The two witchers follow the tracks, and at the end of the trail, they find a camp and a horse)

Arivan: Eskel must've made a camp here. Looks like he planned to stay outside for a while

Geralt: And that's his horse. His name is Scorpion. Beautiful animal

Arivan: I found another set of prints

Geralt: Looks like... A goat

Arivan: Maybe Eskel was using a goat as bait to draw out the forktails?

Geralt: Could be

(They can't find any tracks, hut they smell the goat. They follow their noses and find a goat tied to a stake. And nearby is Eskel)

Eskel: Supposed to be bait for forktails. Guess it works for witchers as well

Geralt/Arivan: "As for forktails, bait them thusly. Pound a stake into the soil, bind a goat to it, then hide ye in nearto shrubbery posthaste"

Eskel: Brother Adalbert's bestiary. Page 82. See your memory's back in full, and sharp as ever, in spite of your years

Geralt: You're as old as I am, wise guy. Don't let the grey hair fool you

Eskel: Arivan. How ya doing, my boy?

Arivan: Good. But better now that the boys are back together

Eskel: Good to finally see you guys again

(Eskel shakes hands with Geralt and Arivan)

Arivan: I hope Yen isn't working you guys too hard

Eskel: Mhh. Started shouting orders just one foot outta the portal. I tried to get a word in edgewise, to which she said-

Geralt: "One should not interrupt a lady"
(Mimicking Yennefer)

Eskel: Exactly. Times like these I'm glad this ugly mug of mine keeps the women away

Arivan: Wait... Hear that??

Eskel: Yeah. Incoming!

(A forktail lands in the area, and all three witchers draw their swords and charge)

(The forktail tries to bite at Arivan, but he crosses his wrists to make a heliotrope sign and protect himself)

(Geralt and Eskel pummel the forktail with their swords, but then the forktail starts to fly away when it realizes it's screwed if it stays)

Eskel: Dammit, it's taking off! Hit it's wings!

(Arivan quickly takes out his crossbow and launches an arrow at the forktail. The arrow sticks it and makes it bleed)

Eskel: Foul overgrown reptiles. Hate it when they do that. Mighta saved us some trouble, let us kill it now

(The three witchers use their superhuman senses to pick up a trail of forktail blood)

Eskel: Blood's lightly colored. The arrow must've nicked an artery. Can't fly much further. Nice shot, kid

Geralt: He hasn't been a kid for years, Eskel

Arivan: Oh, I don't mind. I'll always be a kid compared to you. I'm in my twenties while you're both pushing a hundred

Eskel: Hey, it's gonna happen to you eventually. But you'll still age slow physically. Perks of being a witcher