"What's going on with you?"
Seeing that he wasn't the only one having bad luck, the old veteran was also experiencing misfortune, Lann felt a lot better suddenly.
Geralt was momentarily blinded by the silver-haired smile, he had already dug a rather deep hole, and in that brief distraction, the shovel missed the dirt and hit the void, causing him to stumble and nearly fall in.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly, sticking the empty shovel into the ground beside him to steady himself.
"For the sake of the plague..."
He instinctively cursed a bit before turning his head.
"When I got here, the villagers were troubled by the water ghosts in the lake. They came smiling, seeking help, and even offered a bounty, so I agreed."
"But it wasn't just water ghosts! It was a swamp witch with four or five even more ferocious drowning ghosts!"
Lann wasn't particularly surprised upon hearing this, as it was rather common.
