[ Geralt's eyebrow lifts. Not the biggest concern in his book, being at their best. ] All of us were a bit fucked up.
[ He'd felt like death trampled him with a dozen horses. No doubt looked it. Hadn't exactly had the most shining moments in the pit, either. But they make do and move on. ]
Recovered. [ Well recovered is debatable. A work in progress. He follows Urianger, perching on the nearest surface. Nice little corner. ] Might search for something to kill soon.
[ The mark of a Witcher moving on is picking up another contract. Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be a shortage of those in Cadens. Always another monster, Vesemir often said. ]
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[ He'd felt like death trampled him with a dozen horses. No doubt looked it. Hadn't exactly had the most shining moments in the pit, either. But they make do and move on. ]
Recovered. [ Well recovered is debatable. A work in progress. He follows Urianger, perching on the nearest surface. Nice little corner. ] Might search for something to kill soon.
[ The mark of a Witcher moving on is picking up another contract. Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be a shortage of those in Cadens. Always another monster, Vesemir often said. ]