Eskel and Lambert were downstairs and drinking probably. Geralt would join them after he tucked his little one in. He sighed and sat her down. "Then go quickly. Then it's really time for bed."
Triss was downstairs as well and looked up as Colly came.
Eskel noticed as well. "Hey. Who's that." He picked her up and sat her down. Lambert eyed her. "I think that's a nasty little Foglet. They can be a pain in the neck." He said, charming as usual.
Eskel sighed. "Don't listen to that oaf. So? What do you need little one?"
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The little one listened and soon her eyes were getting heavier and heavier. She tried to stay awake to listen to the story but soon enough, her eyes stayed closed and her breath took on a steady rhythm. A few candles only lit her chamber, as the little princess was sleeping like a little angel. Her dragon plushie securely in her hands.
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