[ He seldom minds chattering. Geralt has little interest in saying a lot, but he's content to listen. It does strike him, now that he reflects back, that her name is familiar. Claire Fraser. He'd given it not much thought at the time—he'd been more curious about John's son during their conversation—and he finally makes the connection. ]
No. Just been here for a bit. [ He was on his way out when he heard her, and. Here they are. There's worse company—and so far, the birds are quiet about him. ] I came across your friend not long ago. One Lord John.
[ Technically, they met before then at the masquerade, but he doesn't quite count that. ]
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[ He seldom minds chattering. Geralt has little interest in saying a lot, but he's content to listen. It does strike him, now that he reflects back, that her name is familiar. Claire Fraser. He'd given it not much thought at the time—he'd been more curious about John's son during their conversation—and he finally makes the connection. ]
No. Just been here for a bit. [ He was on his way out when he heard her, and. Here they are. There's worse company—and so far, the birds are quiet about him. ] I came across your friend not long ago. One Lord John.
[ Technically, they met before then at the masquerade, but he doesn't quite count that. ]