[ Across from Louis, Geralt swings one leg over a wooden bench, pockmarked with scars from thrown daggers and countless scuffles. Despite Vesemir's best efforts, there's only so much one man can do when a couple of dozen Witchers are cooped up together over the frozen winter.
Well. Half a dozen now. Wonder if that means fewer brawls. Probably not.
He pushes aside the thoughts of the family he left behind. ]
High praise. [ He imagines a vampire, like him, needs a particular amount of alcohol for it to make a difference. But a drink is not the sole reason he extended the invitation. He remembers the content of Louis' letter, the first one. He knows why Louis reached out in the first place.
Louis was a new face then. It wasn't easy for any of them, but more so, he thinks, when you return from such an ordeal to find yourself surrounded by strangers—not even that of your kind—far from home. Geralt has a family, friends to focus on, places to redirect his attention rather than getting lost in his head. (Perhaps that means he hasn't really confronted everything they went through, but.)
So after a brief silence, he asks: ] You've been settling?
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Well. Half a dozen now. Wonder if that means fewer brawls. Probably not.
He pushes aside the thoughts of the family he left behind. ]
High praise. [ He imagines a vampire, like him, needs a particular amount of alcohol for it to make a difference. But a drink is not the sole reason he extended the invitation. He remembers the content of Louis' letter, the first one. He knows why Louis reached out in the first place.
Louis was a new face then. It wasn't easy for any of them, but more so, he thinks, when you return from such an ordeal to find yourself surrounded by strangers—not even that of your kind—far from home. Geralt has a family, friends to focus on, places to redirect his attention rather than getting lost in his head. (Perhaps that means he hasn't really confronted everything they went through, but.)
So after a brief silence, he asks: ] You've been settling?