[ You can not cage a morbol, that's what you can do. Clive sighs, reaching up to run a wet hand through his hair, clearly unimpressed. Not, of course, with Geralt — he clearly knows what he's talking about, and he's managed to kill a myriapod, something Clive himself couldn't even do. He's got no reason not to respect a person like that. ]
They do. To their own detriment.
[ He muses, dropping his hand back into the water with a plop, leveling Geralt with a wry grin. ]
What do you suppose it would take to free it?
[ Not that he wants to. But it's more dangerous to keep it locked up. ]
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They do. To their own detriment.
[ He muses, dropping his hand back into the water with a plop, leveling Geralt with a wry grin. ]
What do you suppose it would take to free it?
[ Not that he wants to. But it's more dangerous to keep it locked up. ]