[ With a couple of weeks behind them, Geralt shows minimal signs of having nearly fucking died. There's a fresh scar that runs up the length of his arm; beyond that, he looks as he had when they spoke on the ship.
Hair aside. ]
It's impractical, [ is the dry response to her suggestion. He steps back and to the side so he can talk to her craning his neck up at her. ] If I fail to attend, I will not hear the end of it from a certain bard.
[ None of them are in a particularly festive mood—though in fairness, Geralt is rarely in a festive mood—but a party is an excuse to drink, and what the fuck have they got to do anyhow? Josselyn Creed has been consumed by a cloud of vultures and the Acolytes are imprisoned. Geralt does not wish to dwell on the fates of those who don't deserve his time. ]
no subject
Hair aside. ]
It's impractical, [ is the dry response to her suggestion. He steps back and to the side so he can talk to her craning his neck up at her. ] If I fail to attend, I will not hear the end of it from a certain bard.
[ None of them are in a particularly festive mood—though in fairness, Geralt is rarely in a festive mood—but a party is an excuse to drink, and what the fuck have they got to do anyhow? Josselyn Creed has been consumed by a cloud of vultures and the Acolytes are imprisoned. Geralt does not wish to dwell on the fates of those who don't deserve his time. ]