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I gave myself the weekend to work on this and then I didn’t, LOL. So this is another sort of short piece, which I had thought to put as another chapter of the previous one, but then that was too complicated, so it’s a standalone too. Fairly shortly after Tenuous Position, it takes place in Novigrad and features Morvran’s chatty assistant Tiron making unlikely friends.

This is maybe a bit redundant and sort of self-indulgent but I feel like I earned that LOL. I have like so much more story to post but it’s mostly out of order and I’m still working on it. And to be honest the Peace-Tied arm of the story is hung up in me needing to do major revisions on a future, very complicated chapter, and I am being a chicken-butt about it and not doing them, but i really ought to so I can get those timelines to reunite because boy do I have a whole backlog of shit that’s got to happen when they do and so the sooner I get to it the better. But! here, meanwhile, is another little bit of the Meowvran Backstory, the war crimes behind the pathetic wet cat we know and love, etcetera. This time he is in Novigrad during Witcher 3, not looking at titties.

Survive, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/41955705

Ves stared at him for a moment, and then some of the tension went out of her shoulders. “Oh,” she said. “No, you– that wasn’t a mistake. I– well, I like both.” She frowned, but it was a different one. “How do you have such good Common as to barely have an accent and yet not know those words?”

“Those words don’t come up when you learn Nordling from books and your grandmother,” Tiron said. “I can’t swear either except what I’ve learned on this trip. I don’t even know the crude names for body parts.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Really?”

“Yes really,” he said. “And furthermore, I should be honest with you, I am actually not a spy, I am only here so that my compatriot does not wind up murdered, and actually I know nothing of substance.”

“But you don’t even know how to swear,” she said, as if that were the most astonishing thing she’d ever heard.

“Well, not in this tongue,” he said.

She looked interested. “In other ones, though?”

“Of course,” he said, affronted. (Your picture was not posted)