[ While Ciri gets a feel for her new blade, Geralt leans against a pillar in the square, watching. He hasn't got much doubt it'll be up to par; the smith has done well with his, and he expects she'll do well with Ciri's. His gaze is critical, anyway, as he studies how Ciri handles it. If the weight settles right in her grip and when she turns the weapon.
Satisfactory, he thinks. Ciri feels the same. The smith looks pleased with the compliment, even if her reply is a confident, Of course it is.
Geralt drops the remainder of the payment into her outstretched palm. It's a little more than what's owed for a single sword—the reason for which becomes apparent when she gives him one more thing in return. It's smaller, sheathed in leather: a silver dagger, not especially intricate in its design but as well-crafted as the sword. A snarling wolf head is engraved in the pommel. He's noticed the medallion Ciri has given herself inside the Horizon. (Sometimes it strikes him all over again how much Ciri simply belongs in Kaer Morhen.)
He holds it out for her to take. ] You shouldn't go hunting without any silver.
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Satisfactory, he thinks. Ciri feels the same. The smith looks pleased with the compliment, even if her reply is a confident, Of course it is.
Geralt drops the remainder of the payment into her outstretched palm. It's a little more than what's owed for a single sword—the reason for which becomes apparent when she gives him one more thing in return. It's smaller, sheathed in leather: a silver dagger, not especially intricate in its design but as well-crafted as the sword. A snarling wolf head is engraved in the pommel. He's noticed the medallion Ciri has given herself inside the Horizon. (Sometimes it strikes him all over again how much Ciri simply belongs in Kaer Morhen.)
He holds it out for her to take. ] You shouldn't go hunting without any silver.