[ A hand would be one of the more ideal appendages to unwittingly grab.
They are not doing a damn thing. Alucard possesses a glint in his eye that says they are, but Geralt prefers not to be complicit in this level of absurdity. He takes another drink as though this might erase the past ten minutes.
Alucard is looking at him. Geralt sighs for what must be the third time. He puts the jug down with a clink. He's too fucking full of ale to argue why they shouldn't proceed. ]
Fine. We will weigh you. Nothing more.
[ They've a scale somewhere in the unpacked crates downstairs. He rises to retrieve it, returning with a pewter scale typically used to measure alchemical ingredients. It should weigh a few bats easily. ]
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They are not doing a damn thing. Alucard possesses a glint in his eye that says they are, but Geralt prefers not to be complicit in this level of absurdity. He takes another drink as though this might erase the past ten minutes.
Alucard is looking at him. Geralt sighs for what must be the third time. He puts the jug down with a clink. He's too fucking full of ale to argue why they shouldn't proceed. ]
Fine. We will weigh you. Nothing more.
[ They've a scale somewhere in the unpacked crates downstairs. He rises to retrieve it, returning with a pewter scale typically used to measure alchemical ingredients. It should weigh a few bats easily. ]