City of Monst-rous jokes.

Two people on horseback enter the Valley towards Kaer Morhen, both wearing extravagant, colourful clothes barely concealed under travelling cloaks.

Dandelion "Ah! I hate long journies on horseback, surely there must be a saddle with a cushion somewhere?" he says while shuffling uncomfortably on the horse.

Priscilla "Stop whining, we're almost there." she says, almost beginning to regret getting her and Dandelion out of Novigrad."

Dandelion glances at some of the nearby burned soil and tree's that are starting to show signs of life again. "I wonder what happened here, I doubt any ordinary forest fire could start so far north." he mutters.

Priscilla "Did you not hear of the rumours? Fire claimed a large swath of this place, some say it was a Dragon fighting off Wraiths."

Dandelion's eyes widen at this, "Ah... That must be how they fought off the Wild Hunt, fortunate they found a way to counter them." he says,

Priscilla "Had any run-ins with that group?" she asks, curious at the almost mythical riders.

Dandelion shakes his head, "Luckily, no. Though I doubt they'd be completely beaten so easily."

The two continue to converse as they enter the valley, the moon not needed to illuminate the brightly lit city in the distance.

Dandelion "W-what is that!" he exclaims, pointing towards it.

Priscilla "Some sort of city? Did Zoltan ever mention anything like that in his letters?" she asks, dumbfounded by it.

As they get closer they hear a voice commanding them to halt, they stop their horses and are confronted by ten Prospects. Dandelion smiles at them, despite how scared he currently is, thinking that they are some sort of masked brigands. "Greetings!"

The leading Prospect steps forwards, "Who are you and what is your purpose here?" he asks, ignoring the friendly face.

...

Priscilla "We wish to meet with Geralt of Rivia, we are friends of his."

"Geralt?" the Prospect mutters, "He'll be asleep but we can give you temporary residence until morning." he says, sending the rest of his patrol off while he guides the two towards the city.

They enter the city and the duo are immediately shocked by the strange figures of Monsters strolling around, entering restraints or bars.

Dandelion "Eh, excuse me? What are those... People?" he asks, never before having seen anything like this.

The Prospect turns and chuckles at their faces, "Monsters, what else would they be?"

Priscilla "If I'm not mistaken... Isn't a School of Witchers living nearby, are they fine with this city of, well, Monsters?"

The Prospect laughs, "Yes, they are."

Dandelion continues, "And your masks?"

"I think it looks fashionable, is that a good enough reason?" he asks.

...

The duo are eventually led to some lodgings, though it isn't a suitable place for it due to a loud establishment sitting across the street, someplace called "Papyrus and Toriels Comedy Club".

The Prospect pays for their temporary accommodation and tells them to stay put, if they leave the building without permission they won't like the result.

Dandelion and Priscilla get a room with has two separate beds in it, additionally, it had magical lighting and a bathroom in the next room, something neither knew how to use at all.

Dandelion "I feel like I'm in a dream, this place doesn't seem real..." he mutters, taking off his travelling coat and sitting on the bed.

Priscilla "They clearly know Geralt, so he must have something to do with this all... I don't think it's a bad thing, this place doesn't have beggars like in Novigard, nor does it seem as crime-ridden."

The two are interrupted as laughter erupts from the either side of the street, Dandelion stands and looks out the window. "Wonder what all the commotion's about?"

Priscilla "Well, it's called a Comedy Club..."

Dandelion grins, "Shall we take a look?" he says, turning to look at Priscilla.

She shakes her head, "No way, you'll get stuffed into a jail cell again, like in temple isle.

Dandelion "Come on, it'll be fun. Plus Geralt's nearby, he'll rescue us if we get into trouble."

...

Dandelion pulls her towards the door, sneaking down the hallway and exiting the hotel while the Prospect watches them with a dull look under his mask. He shrugs, deciding they're someone else's problem.

The duo enter the club and are met with a dimly lit room with a large stage that almost dazzles Dandelion, Priscilla notices this look and pulls his ear, "No, I can tell what you're thinking... I won't let you."

Dandelion "Oh, come on! We can both go on stage."

Priscilla "No! Just sit and watch them, then we're going straight back to our room."

Dandelion mumbles but can't argue, not escape her grasp, eventually sitting down and watching the Monster on stage. A creature the skeletal host calls "Snowdrake" had just finished his set, to mixed reactions, receiving applause regardless.

The next person causes someone in the crowd to shout "WHAT!" when the young woman with black hair and red eyes walks on stage, she looks perturbed by the voice and looks for whoever was responsible, not finding them in the dark crowd, however.

Quelana takes the microphone and smiles at every, waiting for them to quiet enough for her to begin. "Youknow, we're so far north that I've had to think about the best way to keep warm, I've tried extra socks, two pairs of socks, and even three pairs of socks... But my hands are always cold!..." The joke receives a chuckle from a few but isn't that popular, she continues though, "I have found a way to fix the problem permanently, it came from a saying from my homeland... Build a man a fire, keep him warm for a day... Set a man on fire, keep him warm for the rest of his life.", the audience bursts out into laughter, not having expected such a dark joke.

Even Dandelion and Priscilla begin laughing, even despite being in this strange city.