[ As Geralt approaches, he walks in a direct path—as though he, too, seems to sense where the other man is without having first seen him.
One eyebrow lifts. He looks the man up and down. ] Comfortable, are we.
[ Geralt limps up the last few feet of the slope. It's good to see a familiar face. (What he can see of it beneath the hood.) Not a friend, but something that comes close. ]
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One eyebrow lifts. He looks the man up and down. ] Comfortable, are we.
[ Geralt limps up the last few feet of the slope. It's good to see a familiar face. (What he can see of it beneath the hood.) Not a friend, but something that comes close. ]
How far are your portals?