[ That's where the morbol came from? His sphere? Geralt makes a soft noise. ] Ran into it twice.
[ Ugly fucker. He may be irritated by losing track of it twice—not because it ran or he failed to kill it, but because those fissures kept sucking it away.
If Clive is hoping it's dead and done for, he'll be sorely disappointed. ]
Then be glad you're in Thorne. It lives some miles out in the desert.
[ Leave it to the humans to want to study the thing. He'll give it another few weeks before some hapless townsfolk are chucked down its gullet in the name of science. ]
no subject
[ Ugly fucker. He may be irritated by losing track of it twice—not because it ran or he failed to kill it, but because those fissures kept sucking it away.
If Clive is hoping it's dead and done for, he'll be sorely disappointed. ]
Then be glad you're in Thorne. It lives some miles out in the desert.
[ Leave it to the humans to want to study the thing. He'll give it another few weeks before some hapless townsfolk are chucked down its gullet in the name of science. ]