Elder Blood Witcher 478 The Seven Dwarves....

During their time spent on the Island Reima made sure to keep an eye on what the Elves were doing in the Painted World of Ariamis... He was hesitant to check while the Island was still infested with monsters as he didn't know what'd happen if someone damaged the painting itself... Would the world implode in on itself? Would the Painted world change based on the paintings new features? There are many questions but to have them answered would mean risking a an amount Reima thought wasn't worth it.

Inside the Painted World itself the Animals were getting on well and are generally healthy. There was a few problems with keeping the Mokes warm as Lizards didn't tend to last too well in blizzards. However a few Warming charms sorted that issue out appropriately.

One thing he hadn't expected was for the Unicorns and Thestrals to make some kind of "MegHerd" with both animals interacting with eachother without getting violent. There was an incident when an Acromentula managed to escape it's bindings, it tried to attack a young unicorn but was instantly pounced upon by a couple Thestrals that mauled it to death... Obviously the Elves were terribly sorry about the whole thing but Reima forgave them as something was bound to happen eventually.

They also managed to set up a limited green house where the various plants could be grown, however some struggled to grow at an average rate due to the limited sunlight they could get through the clouds and occasional blizzards.

Reima was happy to see that most of the essential plants for potioneering were growing correctly, he knew that the Elves had some of the Magical Worlds tree seeds but didn't allow them to plant any as it'd take far to long to grow anything useful.

Another thing that should be noted is the fact that Reima had provided all the Elves with clothes. Again, same with Hinky most burst into tears at the mention of it but as soon as he explained it was to show their loyalty to him and to show his absorbitant amount of wealth they agreed. Most House Elves now dress in children sized butler outfits with thin chain-mail hidden underneath... This was partly because he remembered how easily Dobby had died in the movies and he wasn't going to allow something like that to happen to those in his care. He also thought about whether or not it would be alright to give the female Elves maid uniforms but gave up on the idea as he had no idea what gender most actually were... Even asking them felt weird to him.

The Elves weren't just responsible for taking care of the animals and plants though, they were also given the task to fix up the castle in the Painted World, something they did with utter glee. Not even a few months had pa.s.sed and the walls were already patched up and scrubbed clean of rot, mould, moss and anything else that'd cling to them. They had also followed his orders and made various prison cells at different points in the keep. Most were located atop the towers where the wind blew the hardest, the Elves had carved tiny holes in the cell so the cold winter breeze would flow through... Truly a nasty place to be, the only place that wouldn't lead to you freezing to death was a single corner of the cell where a single stone with a warming charm was lain.

After another month of waiting for Geralt to arrive Nerissa spotted an average sized boat crash into some rocks just off the sh.o.r.e while she was gliding. Reima went to check and found seven dwaves crawling out of the water, he couldn't help but think they were lucky that he'd cleaned the waters of Drowners recently.

Reima "Yo, what bring you to my island?" he says while crossing his arms.

They Dwarves jump at the sound of his voice and quickly look towards him, a few help one Dwarf who look to have fallen asleep while his head is still underwater...

The leader, or atleast the one with the biggest, bus.h.i.+est beard steps forwards and points to himself, "Aye, I'm Kaben, Captain of the Rabenick's... Of the former Merchant vessel. Who're you?" the short, stocky man asks.

Reima "Reima Ludvig, Witcher." he states, his antic.i.p.ation growing as he vaguely remembers that these guys were present when Geralt had found Ciri.

Kaben tries to squeeze some water out of his jerkin but doesn't manage much, he wipes his nose and rubs his hands together while asking, "Er, so.. You got a place for us to kip? It's b.l.o.o.d.y freezin out 'ere!"

Reima shrugs, "Depends, you got anything to compensate my time and effort?" he asks. Knowing that these guys must have some gold stashed away if they belonged to a company.

Kaben "Ah.. I, er.. No, we must have lost it all while trying to escape the wreckage."

Reima can already tell the Dwarf was lying, for someone involved in business his poker face was trash. He waves his hand while silently casting "Accio Gold". The Dwarves watch in disbelief as gold coins crawl from their hidden pockets and compartments before flying into Reima's hand.

Reima "This'll be enough for your rent. Do NOT bother the white haired girl inside." he says and starts to walk towards the cabin.

Kaben "Ah, hang on a sec! Since you-Er, we've already paid is there any chance of givin' us a boat to get off this rock?"

Reima shrugs, "There aren't any boats around here, though I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to make one. I've already cleared out the monsters from the Island so go nuts."