[ Geralt plucks the newly spawned, and frankly hideous-looking, troll off his shoulder by the tip of its pointed hair. One eyebrow lifts while Julie studies the...other troll. The ogres he's met aren't so brightly coloured. Just as ugly, though.

He puts the doll down on the counter. Supposedly, Shaggles has desires and can communicate, but it only seems to do so in Himeka's presence. Possibly, this is because Geralt doesn't really know what its language is meant to sound like, never mind understand it, and as a result, it simply doesn't talk when it's with him. It appears intelligent enough to take hold of a straw from someone's abandoned drink and sip. ]

Himeka tells me his name is Shaggles. [ Geralt does not often speak of the many stray acquaintances he's collected, but he's probably brought up Himeka now and again as one of the few remaining Summoned who shared the dungeons with him from the beginning. ] He slipped into a bread basket and refused to leave.

[ That's the short of it. Julie is right that he has little interest in animals beyond his horse, but when they do end up in his life, he winds up...looking after them. Against his better judgment.

He lets out a quiet laugh. ] Certainly not a knight. Unless you'd like a forbidden courtship.