[There's a recently extinguished fire in the courtyard of the crypt when Geralt gets there. The ash is all hickory, all carefully considered and left neat in spite of the fact it's the remains of a fire, for god's sake. Alucard's left everything just so, and there's a bucket nearby for Roach's thirst.
Everyone is treated well as a guest here.
When the door opens after a few moments, the dhampir carries the same scent of hickory on him. The scent is just as strong inside, where there's food already laid out on a table near the low sitting sofa. A good roasted hunk of pig over the fire, berries over salad greens, lightly cooked squash that seem to have been done over the remaining embers of the fire.]
You made good time. And look significantly less like shit.
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Everyone is treated well as a guest here.
When the door opens after a few moments, the dhampir carries the same scent of hickory on him. The scent is just as strong inside, where there's food already laid out on a table near the low sitting sofa. A good roasted hunk of pig over the fire, berries over salad greens, lightly cooked squash that seem to have been done over the remaining embers of the fire.]
You made good time. And look significantly less like shit.