[ He lets Jaskier take the lead. Coram, he worries for less. Despite its size, it's native to the desert. Mog, on the other hand, has been transported from the thick northern forests, domesticated, and is—as far as he knows—not bred to survive in this environment.
The door opens. Geralt grabs Jaskier's arm to keep him from going further. He steps over the threshold instead, silent, scanning the shop's interior. In here, the wind doesn't reach; a trail of tiny gryphon tracks travels around a shelf towards the back room.
Hm.
Geralt moves in a flash—snatching up a yowling Mog by the scruff. Its wings flap pathetically. ]
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The door opens. Geralt grabs Jaskier's arm to keep him from going further. He steps over the threshold instead, silent, scanning the shop's interior. In here, the wind doesn't reach; a trail of tiny gryphon tracks travels around a shelf towards the back room.
Hm.
Geralt moves in a flash—snatching up a yowling Mog by the scruff. Its wings flap pathetically. ]