For years, well decades really, Jaskier had wondered about Kaer Morhen. Wondered where it was Geralt disappeared to every winter, only to meet up with him again in Spring. So, now that the immediate life and death situation had ended, he was taking a minute just to look around. He’d only just stepped out of the great hall, when it happened. The rift opened in front of him.
“Oh, hell no!” the bard exclaimed, eyes widening in panic, as he started to back away, only to realise that he was being dragged towards it. “Geralt!” he shouted, his voice full of horror, as he started to disappear through to gods even knew where.
He was soon spat out into the snow, on a different mountain. He fell through ungracefully, and rolled uncontrollably for a few feet before he stopped at the feet of a few armoured individuals. He looked up at them, and found that while they were in a very clear uniform, he didn’t recognise it in the slightest. Pushing down the hysteria that was building, he clambered to his feet, and almost immediately tripped over his lute. Which he had lost after he’d been kidnapped in Oxenfurt, which was just adding to the oddity of his day. However, he was still very much aware of the guards that were watching him with barely concealed curiosity, and absolutely no confusion over the nature of his arrival. Which was of course incredibly suspicious in itself.
“You’re a bard?” One asked, as Jaskier turned his entire attention back to them. The other guard elbowed his companion, before interrupting.
“Sorry ‘bout him. Welcome to Thedas. You’ve travelled through a rift from your world to this one. And, we dunno how to get you back.” He recited in a monotone, clearly having repeated it far too many times.
“Now, if you’ll follow me, we’ll get you to someone who can answer any questions, and get you settled in.”
“I’m sorry, what?” The bard asked as what he’d just been told sunk in, leaving him almost speechless. “A different…world?” Like, a different sphere? As in, where Ciri had taken Yennefer and Geralt? And here he was, sans witch or witcher. Shit.
“Like I said, we’ll get you to someone who can answer questions. We only know what we’ve been told.” He repeated, before turning and starting to march away. Jaskier rolled his eyes. This part at least seemed familiar. Far too familiar, he thought as he scooped up the lute at his feet, and tried to follow after him, in shoes that were really not designed for walking in the snow.
“But, is he a bard?” The other guard muttered to himself, as the two of them walked away, leaving him to continue guarding the rift.