[ That makes two of them: Geralt hadn't set foot in the Prime Minister's office, either. He has questions, but he's aware his presence isn't the most diplomatic. And he isn't here to immediately draw the attention of the army. If anything, he's stepped clear of the barracks where possible.
Solvunn reads not unfamiliar to him, though he senses that's not so for Amos. His expression is curious, even if he decides not to ask outright. That part, at least, reminds him of Skellige, where half the Continent's criminals flee because the islands don't give a damn as long as you put in the work and keep your head down. It also sounds too much like a place where people get to know you, something Geralt's not cared to avoid back home—his reputation is impossible to dodge at this point—but which has now become a priority here. ]
Crowded. Shit air. Easy to disappear in. [ He looks up. There's a sense he holds no lost love for the Cities, but nor is it a place he finds especially strange to be in. It suits what he needs. His uneasiness has more to do with how rarely he stays in one place for longer than a few days at a time. Maybe a week or two, if a contract is particularly complicated. ] I'd rather take a horse and a sword, and ride, but—
[ He stops, leaving the thought unfinished. He's no longer alone, is what he nearly said, but it veers too close towards a topic he'd rather not discuss. Besides, it has no bearing for the moment. Thorne's magic signature posing its own problems aside, he's not got a horse or a sword. He especially misses the latter. ]
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Solvunn reads not unfamiliar to him, though he senses that's not so for Amos. His expression is curious, even if he decides not to ask outright. That part, at least, reminds him of Skellige, where half the Continent's criminals flee because the islands don't give a damn as long as you put in the work and keep your head down. It also sounds too much like a place where people get to know you, something Geralt's not cared to avoid back home—his reputation is impossible to dodge at this point—but which has now become a priority here. ]
Crowded. Shit air. Easy to disappear in. [ He looks up. There's a sense he holds no lost love for the Cities, but nor is it a place he finds especially strange to be in. It suits what he needs. His uneasiness has more to do with how rarely he stays in one place for longer than a few days at a time. Maybe a week or two, if a contract is particularly complicated. ] I'd rather take a horse and a sword, and ride, but—
[ He stops, leaving the thought unfinished. He's no longer alone, is what he nearly said, but it veers too close towards a topic he'd rather not discuss. Besides, it has no bearing for the moment. Thorne's magic signature posing its own problems aside, he's not got a horse or a sword. He especially misses the latter. ]