"I like to think I would have been a bit nicer about it than that," Thancred replies with a put-upon expression as Urianger nudges him. While he isn't above some tough love when the situation calls for it, he would like to think he's not quite so gruff and blunt as Geralt.
Still, it seems like for better or worse, Geralt's words were perhaps what Urianger needed to hear at the time. And it may have been easier to hear them from someone not quite so close to him as Thancred himself.
Their journey continues on until they hit a snag, and yet Thancred would frankly have been more shocked if it had all unfolded without incident. When they reach the blockage some thought is put to how long it might take to clear the path, but it quickly becomes apparent that it would add precious time to their journey, meaning that they would have little chance of staying ahead of nightfall.
When another option is offered, one that Xander and Lucia share with them uncertainly, Thancred meets Urianger's gaze. A frozen lake is not to be underestimated, though it seems all of them understand the risk.
"We'll aim to cross as quickly as we can, then, without putting ourselves at greater risk." The longer the weight of the wagon sits on the ice, the more likely that it will buckle under them, and so they will need to be swift.
With that, the wagon turns down a less traversed path, the snow hardly cleared from the trail, but the horses and the wagon wheels push through until they reach the lake. At a first glance it's rather eye-catching, the sun sparkling off of the loch's surface, frozen solid. Yet Thancred can not fully appreciate its beauty when he knows how dangerous this path might become.
He turns to Urianger once more. "Are you ready for this?"
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Still, it seems like for better or worse, Geralt's words were perhaps what Urianger needed to hear at the time. And it may have been easier to hear them from someone not quite so close to him as Thancred himself.
Their journey continues on until they hit a snag, and yet Thancred would frankly have been more shocked if it had all unfolded without incident. When they reach the blockage some thought is put to how long it might take to clear the path, but it quickly becomes apparent that it would add precious time to their journey, meaning that they would have little chance of staying ahead of nightfall.
When another option is offered, one that Xander and Lucia share with them uncertainly, Thancred meets Urianger's gaze. A frozen lake is not to be underestimated, though it seems all of them understand the risk.
"We'll aim to cross as quickly as we can, then, without putting ourselves at greater risk." The longer the weight of the wagon sits on the ice, the more likely that it will buckle under them, and so they will need to be swift.
With that, the wagon turns down a less traversed path, the snow hardly cleared from the trail, but the horses and the wagon wheels push through until they reach the lake. At a first glance it's rather eye-catching, the sun sparkling off of the loch's surface, frozen solid. Yet Thancred can not fully appreciate its beauty when he knows how dangerous this path might become.
He turns to Urianger once more. "Are you ready for this?"