[ Inviting him right in? Bold, but he supposes no one here's made a permanent home. Doesn't really matter if he knows who lives where.
Geralt gets up to follow the deer out the door. The city's crowded, the sun casting a hazy glow on the ground. He isn't unused to the crowd, but he isn't fond of it, either. People pressing up against him constantly is not his idea of a good time. He walks just a step behind, eyeing the district as it changes, as they move from one place to another.
In the time it takes to reach the rented rooms, Geralt's said not much more than a couple of words—if he's said anything at all—though he'll offer his name if the deer chooses to exchange his own first. Once they're at the door he waits, without comment, to be let inside. ]
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Geralt gets up to follow the deer out the door. The city's crowded, the sun casting a hazy glow on the ground. He isn't unused to the crowd, but he isn't fond of it, either. People pressing up against him constantly is not his idea of a good time. He walks just a step behind, eyeing the district as it changes, as they move from one place to another.
In the time it takes to reach the rented rooms, Geralt's said not much more than a couple of words—if he's said anything at all—though he'll offer his name if the deer chooses to exchange his own first. Once they're at the door he waits, without comment, to be let inside. ]