[ The skewer pushed towards him seems to catch Geralt off guard. He closes his mouth without answering. He takes a bite instead and gives a indistinct noise that passes for approval of some kind. ( Fuck. That's good.) ]
Something of the sort. [ Hunter is effectively what he's introduced himself as half the time if only to avoid the roundabout conversation where he needs to explain what a Witcher is in the first place. It's more than a profession, more than a job, but all of that's complicated. Unimportant to the conversation at hand. He doesn't bring it up.
He looks between her and the beer. Then he reaches in for a second and tosses it her way. Should he ask about the ornery sheep? Mm. Perhaps not.
The bottle is odd to him, but after turning it in his hand a second, he slides his thumb under the rough edges of the cap to pop it off. ] Specialized?
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Something of the sort. [ Hunter is effectively what he's introduced himself as half the time if only to avoid the roundabout conversation where he needs to explain what a Witcher is in the first place. It's more than a profession, more than a job, but all of that's complicated. Unimportant to the conversation at hand. He doesn't bring it up.
He looks between her and the beer. Then he reaches in for a second and tosses it her way. Should he ask about the ornery sheep? Mm. Perhaps not.
The bottle is odd to him, but after turning it in his hand a second, he slides his thumb under the rough edges of the cap to pop it off. ] Specialized?