Well, I’m twenty-one now, so hey—you’re not far off.
[ Though he was twenty when he died, he’s since had a birthday here in Abraxas. He doesn’t foresee himself aging much here, if at all, and the fact that he’ll never have snow white hair like Geralt is literally the most woeful misfortune ever, but it still sort of counts, doesn’t it? At the very least, he’s still experienced twenty-one years.
That’s enough math, though. This isn’t a D&D game, therefore he has no reason to make his brain work that hard. ]
But, uh, if I may say without making it totally weird? Respectfully as possible, you really don’t look a day over forty. Where are you from?
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[ Though he was twenty when he died, he’s since had a birthday here in Abraxas. He doesn’t foresee himself aging much here, if at all, and the fact that he’ll never have snow white hair like Geralt is literally the most woeful misfortune ever, but it still sort of counts, doesn’t it? At the very least, he’s still experienced twenty-one years.
That’s enough math, though. This isn’t a D&D game, therefore he has no reason to make his brain work that hard. ]
But, uh, if I may say without making it totally weird? Respectfully as possible, you really don’t look a day over forty. Where are you from?