Night fell and the time for performances came and went. Geralt did not appear back on the grounds until well-after midnight, and in fact, several hours before sunrise. He displaced himself directly into his trailer, knowing that a walk through the grounds would not be ideal, given his circumstances.

[color=crimson][i]You have made some mistakes tonight, Geralt...[/i][/color] The voice inside his head cooed.

The Magician immediately went for his liquor cabinet, but found his blurred vision too unreliable in the darkness. He snapped his fingers and lit the lamp. [color=crimson]"That's better..."[/color] he slurred aloud as he rummaged through the cabinet. [color=crimson]"And just moments ago you were praising my efforts,"[/color] he added to himself as he selected a bottle and pulled it out into the light, [color=crimson]"Such a fickle mistress you are...[/color] He said, uncorking the bottle and taking a big swig of it directly from the neck. [color=crimson]"Normally I'm into fickle, but with you its just annoying.[/color] He closed the cabinet and let himself fall into his chair, raising his feet and resting them on the table.

The voice chuckled, [color=crimson][i]Fickle or not, you know of what I speak. Your little project will not be pleased with your absence.[/i][/color]

Geralt sighed and took another swig, [color=crimson]"You think I don't know that? Good Satan you are irritating."[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Wallowing in self-pity does not befit a man of your stature, Magician.[/i][/color]

At this, the man laughed aloud, throwing his head back, [color=crimson]"Now, there is the demon calling the Devil red."[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Do not mock me, human.[/i][/color] The voice became more gravely, which meant that Geralt's Dark Passenger was becoming angry with him. [color=crimson][i]There is still much suffering before you if you take my Lord's name in vain again.[/i][/color]

There was a slight pause as Geralt gazed at the label of the bottle in his hand. It was wine, French of course. [color=crimson]"Hm. Do your worst."[/color] He said, tossing back another gulp of the sweet pungent liquid.