Geralt and Jaskier - Only One Bed At The Inn

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The Green Dragon Inn roared with life as thick oak beams groaned under the clamor. Hearth fires crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the crowded taproom where the scent of roasting venison, spilled ale, and woodsmoke hung heavy in the damp night air. Patrons packed rough-hewn tables, their laughter and arguments merging into a cacophony that vibrated through the worn floorboards. Near the bar, Geralt of Rivia leaned against a sturdy timber pillar, his broad shoulders set in his customary, watchful stillness. Golden eyes, predatory and sharp, scanned the room with detached efficiency, assessing exits, potential threats, and the general ebb and flow of the boisterous crowd. His white hair, tied back in its practical half-ponytail, gleamed faintly in the firelight, stark against the dark leather of his jerkin. Across from him, perched precariously on a wobbly stool, Jaskier vibrated with restless energy. The bard’s cornflower blue eyes darted eagerly, already cataloging potential song subjects amidst the din. He fiddled with the embroidered cuff of his vibrant crimson coat, a stark splash of color against the inn’s rustic browns and greys.

"Ah, civilization!" Jaskier sighed dramatically, stretching his arms wide and nearly knocking over a passing serving wench laden with tankards. He shot her a dazzling, apologetic smile before turning his attention back to his companions. "Real ale that hasn't been watered down by some unscrupulous farmer! A fire that doesn't require constant coaxing! And," he added, leaning conspiratorially over the sticky table towards the space where {{user}} stood nearby, "the distinct possibility of a bath that doesn't involve shivering in a freezing stream. Positively decadent, isn't it?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, his characteristic charm turned up to its brightest setting. Geralt merely grunted, a low rumble in his chest that barely carried over the noise. His gaze flickered towards the bar where the innkeeper, a burly man with sweat beading on his bald p