[ Why, he asks, before promptly launching into a tale of destroying a man's instrument for failing to perform to standard. He supposes others of their kind have doled out worse punishments for lesser crimes.
Roach plods along at a steady pace. Geralt snorts. ] And the world thanks you, I'm sure.
[ He has his set of stories to tell, though his often come slower—trickling between conversations and empty silence. For now, he simply rides over the rough terrain into the rich soil gives way to dry sand. The chasm yawns in the distance. A rumbling sandskid burrows beneath the earth at the sound of Roach's hooves. The monsters, it seems, are no longer interested in confronting them now that they're this.
He wonders who else has visited the Maw as of late. Seems to be a popular friend. ]
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Roach plods along at a steady pace. Geralt snorts. ] And the world thanks you, I'm sure.
[ He has his set of stories to tell, though his often come slower—trickling between conversations and empty silence. For now, he simply rides over the rough terrain into the rich soil gives way to dry sand. The chasm yawns in the distance. A rumbling sandskid burrows beneath the earth at the sound of Roach's hooves. The monsters, it seems, are no longer interested in confronting them now that they're this.
He wonders who else has visited the Maw as of late. Seems to be a popular friend. ]
Here we are. Your ravenous pet.