[ Nostalgia for something other than sand and dust storms brings him to Nocwich during its few openings. After the last trip, he wants to look beyond the Square a bit more. Without the damn geese getting in the way.
He finds himself in the gambling hall after collecting his coin from a contact. Decides to stay for a drink or two; less effort than finding another tavern.
It's here Thancred and Dante will find Geralt, occupying a corner table with a tankard of ale and not much else. He glances up when he spots not one, but two familiar heads of white hair stepping through the crowd. Hm.
His eyebrow lifts just a hint. He doesn't wave, doesn't even make a greeting, but eye contact is established before he lifts his drink to his lips. Which, functionally, serve the same purpose for Geralt. ]
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He finds himself in the gambling hall after collecting his coin from a contact. Decides to stay for a drink or two; less effort than finding another tavern.
It's here Thancred and Dante will find Geralt, occupying a corner table with a tankard of ale and not much else. He glances up when he spots not one, but two familiar heads of white hair stepping through the crowd. Hm.
His eyebrow lifts just a hint. He doesn't wave, doesn't even make a greeting, but eye contact is established before he lifts his drink to his lips. Which, functionally, serve the same purpose for Geralt. ]