[ Well shit, that's definitely not who Dante was expecting. Geralt had more of a "medieval mercenary for hire" vibe going on, but he's got to say, the guy looks like he's meant to be on a bike. Something, something, "on a steel horse I ride" comes to mind.

He slows down so that they're parallel and gives Geralt a tip of his hat. (His cowboy hat because of course he's got it on.) The music turns down to a moderately reasonable degree on its own accord. ]

Like a drifter I was born to walk alone...

[ He pats the handlebar of his bike. ]

...but you're never really alone with one of these babies, eh? I wouldn't mind some company. I didn't realize you had a hog of your own.