[ Though John may not know it, it's unusual for Geralt to invite another without purpose. He usually has a subject to discuss, a part of them he wishes to know better for strategic reasons, information he requires. John is simply...
Company. That he's agreed to meet again.
John's polite demeanour is starkly out of place. When was the last time any of his brothers uttered please? ]
It isn't as plush as yours. [ The furnishings, that is. Geralt swings one leg over a bench and picks up a jug. In a distant corner, the scrabble of a rat can be heard. ] But it's home.
[ Is, was. It still is, he thinks. He's simply made another home elsewhere, too. He accepted a long time ago he will not see the real Kaer Morhen again.
He holds out a mug to John. The ale isn't fancy, but it's strong. If there's one thing Witchers know how to do—killing aside—it's drink. ]
no subject
Company. That he's agreed to meet again.
John's polite demeanour is starkly out of place. When was the last time any of his brothers uttered please? ]
It isn't as plush as yours. [ The furnishings, that is. Geralt swings one leg over a bench and picks up a jug. In a distant corner, the scrabble of a rat can be heard. ] But it's home.
[ Is, was. It still is, he thinks. He's simply made another home elsewhere, too. He accepted a long time ago he will not see the real Kaer Morhen again.
He holds out a mug to John. The ale isn't fancy, but it's strong. If there's one thing Witchers know how to do—killing aside—it's drink. ]