[There's a keep on a mountain, Geralt had said. Come at sundown. If you can't find it, follow the wolf. Dress warm.
Being a man of few words, that had been the extent of the message. And given how the rest of their conversation had gone... Well, John had not been keen on digging too much further, when he had already dug enough for himself. But in retrospect, he should have realized that when he'd been told to dress warm, for a mountain, that that would mean snow.
Fortunately for John, he does wear boots on the regular. Unfortunately for him, they aren't specifically designed with a slippery tread in mind.
He wonders if it's possible for wolves to find amusement in another's misfortune. This one seems perfectly content to sit back and watch him struggle his way up the slope toward the front door of the keep, anyway.
He's just about made it when the massive wooden doors creak their way open and John just about leaps out of his skin, pressing a hand to his chest as he recognizes the face that peers out at him.]
Jesus-- [He does his best to collect himself, flashing the other man an embarrassed smile. His cheeks are bright pink with the cold and his embarrassment and there is snow collecting on his jacket and in his hair.] This is... Quite the establishment you have here.
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Being a man of few words, that had been the extent of the message. And given how the rest of their conversation had gone... Well, John had not been keen on digging too much further, when he had already dug enough for himself. But in retrospect, he should have realized that when he'd been told to dress warm, for a mountain, that that would mean snow.
Fortunately for John, he does wear boots on the regular. Unfortunately for him, they aren't specifically designed with a slippery tread in mind.
He wonders if it's possible for wolves to find amusement in another's misfortune. This one seems perfectly content to sit back and watch him struggle his way up the slope toward the front door of the keep, anyway.
He's just about made it when the massive wooden doors creak their way open and John just about leaps out of his skin, pressing a hand to his chest as he recognizes the face that peers out at him.]
Jesus-- [He does his best to collect himself, flashing the other man an embarrassed smile. His cheeks are bright pink with the cold and his embarrassment and there is snow collecting on his jacket and in his hair.] This is... Quite the establishment you have here.