I have a horse. [ For now. Geralt leans back against the tree behind him. ] Until sundown. She's yours—if I can make use of that map now and again when it's done.
[ It does not occur to him she hasn't been taught to ride. Nearly everyone in his world can ride. He figures she can do far more on a horse, mapping, than he could. Something that can actually be written down.
As long as she isn't late returning the mare. He doesn't need a pissed off stable hand pounding on his door in the middle of the night. ]
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[ It does not occur to him she hasn't been taught to ride. Nearly everyone in his world can ride. He figures she can do far more on a horse, mapping, than he could. Something that can actually be written down.
As long as she isn't late returning the mare. He doesn't need a pissed off stable hand pounding on his door in the middle of the night. ]