[ Uh-huh. Claude's assessment brings a small curl to his lips. Charming is, funny enough, not the word he would use to describe Dion; the man had always struck him as awkward and stiff. As though uncertain of his place in any given conversation. But Geralt can acknowledge he is not the easiest man to speak to, either.
He hums. Being watched does not bother him overmuch; furtiveness is not his expertise, anyhow, but it's certainly not ideal on principle.
He sits across from Claude. The dress here is different, closer to what he might encounter in Redania or Temeria. After so many years in Cadens, it almost feels foreign now.
His gaze returns to Claude. He shrugs. ] The dungeons are empty. I caught a glimpse. And...it would seem their garrison is short on men after the attack.
[ The latter, he was curious about, after what he knows of John's experience. ]
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He hums. Being watched does not bother him overmuch; furtiveness is not his expertise, anyhow, but it's certainly not ideal on principle.
He sits across from Claude. The dress here is different, closer to what he might encounter in Redania or Temeria. After so many years in Cadens, it almost feels foreign now.
His gaze returns to Claude. He shrugs. ] The dungeons are empty. I caught a glimpse. And...it would seem their garrison is short on men after the attack.
[ The latter, he was curious about, after what he knows of John's experience. ]