[ His eyes stay on Amos: not scrutinizing, just watching. The man is both difficult to read and oddly transparent at the same time. It's interesting. And perhaps makes him easy to trust, in the sense that Geralt can ask where Amos stands at any given moment and know he'll always get a straight answer.
Geralt rarely speaks to who deserves or doesn't deserve. How he tells it, it's a simple matter of a worthwhile contract or not. He does not play at being judge and executioner. That's not what he's here for. But underneath—yeah. Sometimes he makes that call. Maybe more than he should, maybe more than he realizes for every time he decides to turn down a job in favour of another. Whether he's right to or not is another story. Amos seems to get what he needs out of the answer, so Geralt doesn't add anything further. ]
Depends on who's holding the sword. [ Geralt reaches over for a sword that wasn't there before on the table. He holds it out for Amos to take, if he wants. Normally he wouldn't—he never gives his sword over to anyone—but this one's not actually his. Or even real. Feels real enough, though. It's about as plain as a sword can be, other than a brooch affixed to the hilt: gold, adorned with gems, and clearly not a piece belonging to him.
His eyebrow lifts, curious. ] Blade feels fair enough for you?
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Geralt rarely speaks to who deserves or doesn't deserve. How he tells it, it's a simple matter of a worthwhile contract or not. He does not play at being judge and executioner. That's not what he's here for. But underneath—yeah. Sometimes he makes that call. Maybe more than he should, maybe more than he realizes for every time he decides to turn down a job in favour of another. Whether he's right to or not is another story. Amos seems to get what he needs out of the answer, so Geralt doesn't add anything further. ]
Depends on who's holding the sword. [ Geralt reaches over for a sword that wasn't there before on the table. He holds it out for Amos to take, if he wants. Normally he wouldn't—he never gives his sword over to anyone—but this one's not actually his. Or even real. Feels real enough, though. It's about as plain as a sword can be, other than a brooch affixed to the hilt: gold, adorned with gems, and clearly not a piece belonging to him.
His eyebrow lifts, curious. ] Blade feels fair enough for you?