[ Alongside the hickory, the smell of a succulent roasted hog hits him as soon as he steps through the door. An intricate cook as ever, Alucard. (It's not a complaint.) He's rarely treated to a rich meal—somewhat by choice, somewhat by necessity. It's a pleasant indulgence.
Geralt's smile is brief but genuine. ]
Could hardly keep that pig waiting. [ He sets the wine on the table. ] I brushed my hair for it.
[ He seats himself without waiting for invitation. They've known each other a long time; he can relax around him easily, and though the events of the past weeks linger, he finds it simpler to put behind him being here. Away from the city. ]
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Geralt's smile is brief but genuine. ]
Could hardly keep that pig waiting. [ He sets the wine on the table. ] I brushed my hair for it.
[ He seats himself without waiting for invitation. They've known each other a long time; he can relax around him easily, and though the events of the past weeks linger, he finds it simpler to put behind him being here. Away from the city. ]