[Geralt guesses right. The apartment is the sort of place that is leased for a month at a time, just habitable enough for someone to put up with while they're looking for something better.
Louis does offer his name after a fashion, and accepts Geralt's in turn. Otherwise, he doesn't try to strike up conversation. As they walk together, the smell of blood on Louis gets stronger. It's coming from him, but if he's injured, he's masterfully hiding it. Once he's at the door, he unlocks it carefully. If Geralt is paying close attention, he'll notice a strand of red deer hair falls to the ground from the latch as Louis unlocks it. He's rigged his own alert system, just in case someone breaks in when he's not there.
Inside, the apartment is small and minimalist. Barely a studio, but kept in as pristine condition a tenant can keep an apartment. No pictures, no art, nothing to give a hint as to the personality of the person there besides the tight hospital corners of his made bed and a Japanese-style low table with cushions on the ground. The only thing on the table is one cup and an electric tea kettle.]
Take off your shoes, [Louis says as invitation as he takes off his own shoes. As he does, he has to brace himself against the wall, his right leg twisting oddly. The cause is made clear fast as his shoe slips off, revealing a metal 'foot' underneath and flashing the start of a prosthetic leg at the ankle. It may explain why there's the smell of blood coming from just below his knee.
He pulls socks over his flesh foot and his prosthetic foot, refusing to acknowledge the prosthetic before walking to the low table, sitting down at a cushion and gesturing for Geralt to join him.]
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Louis does offer his name after a fashion, and accepts Geralt's in turn. Otherwise, he doesn't try to strike up conversation. As they walk together, the smell of blood on Louis gets stronger. It's coming from him, but if he's injured, he's masterfully hiding it. Once he's at the door, he unlocks it carefully. If Geralt is paying close attention, he'll notice a strand of red deer hair falls to the ground from the latch as Louis unlocks it. He's rigged his own alert system, just in case someone breaks in when he's not there.
Inside, the apartment is small and minimalist. Barely a studio, but kept in as pristine condition a tenant can keep an apartment. No pictures, no art, nothing to give a hint as to the personality of the person there besides the tight hospital corners of his made bed and a Japanese-style low table with cushions on the ground. The only thing on the table is one cup and an electric tea kettle.]
Take off your shoes, [Louis says as invitation as he takes off his own shoes. As he does, he has to brace himself against the wall, his right leg twisting oddly. The cause is made clear fast as his shoe slips off, revealing a metal 'foot' underneath and flashing the start of a prosthetic leg at the ankle. It may explain why there's the smell of blood coming from just below his knee.
He pulls socks over his flesh foot and his prosthetic foot, refusing to acknowledge the prosthetic before walking to the low table, sitting down at a cushion and gesturing for Geralt to join him.]