[ Geralt makes an expression of acquiescence. Can't argue with that. He gives the hood of his cloak another shake and strips off his gloves. He's been caught in desert storms before in the wastelands, but it's different when it's blowing through the cities. Especially for such a length of time.
Lightning flickers through the windows. He pours his ale when the jug lands on the table. ]
no subject
Lightning flickers through the windows. He pours his ale when the jug lands on the table. ]
Any side effects?
[ He's imagining Alucard displacing inordinate amounts of sand onto inconvenient surfaces. ]