Geralt finally looks up, one eyebrow raised before he replies simply: ] It's magic.
[ Some type of illusion. He can sense it, to a degree, but the entire cave is steeped in magic as it is. Hard to say what's holding it. The mages? An enchantment? The fucking spores that keep flying into the air? Breaking the spell seems key to getting out of here.
He pauses in his task. ] Geralt. You're new.
[ Not to the pit. In general. But he doesn't bother to clarify his meaning. Instead, he unwraps from his leg what passes for a bandage (strip of cloth he tore from Istredd's cloak, and no, he did not ask for permission before doing so). The paste probably looks unappealing, but there are no sutures on hand. This is what he has. So. It's going onto the open gash. ]
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Geralt finally looks up, one eyebrow raised before he replies simply: ] It's magic.
[ Some type of illusion. He can sense it, to a degree, but the entire cave is steeped in magic as it is. Hard to say what's holding it. The mages? An enchantment? The fucking spores that keep flying into the air? Breaking the spell seems key to getting out of here.
He pauses in his task. ] Geralt. You're new.
[ Not to the pit. In general. But he doesn't bother to clarify his meaning. Instead, he unwraps from his leg what passes for a bandage (strip of cloth he tore from Istredd's cloak, and no, he did not ask for permission before doing so). The paste probably looks unappealing, but there are no sutures on hand. This is what he has. So. It's going onto the open gash. ]