[ Geralt glances over his shoulder. His expression is thoughtful, a bit more alert than he was earlier. Nadine is not the first to tell him she's unfamiliar with a blade, which is what he assumes she means by the kind they have around here. He's offered his expertise only Amos and Sam—he doesn't intend to make it a common occurrence, nor will he teach anyone who happens to ask—but Nadine is a possibility. Her temperament has always been steady.
So are her hands, judging by that needle and thread. ]
I can teach you to kill with a weapon. If you only want to learn how to swing it, you'd be better off with a fencing instructor.
[ He's not seeking specifics, what she is or is not willing to do. Julie has not painted an especially peaceful picture of her world, and he's witnessed the aftermath of villages ravaged by war and plagues, fallen apart at the seams. Clean hands are a luxury he expects few to have, here or elsewhere. Certainly not here. He just wants her to know what she'll be getting by asking him. He was trained to do one specific thing. ]
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So are her hands, judging by that needle and thread. ]
I can teach you to kill with a weapon. If you only want to learn how to swing it, you'd be better off with a fencing instructor.
[ He's not seeking specifics, what she is or is not willing to do. Julie has not painted an especially peaceful picture of her world, and he's witnessed the aftermath of villages ravaged by war and plagues, fallen apart at the seams. Clean hands are a luxury he expects few to have, here or elsewhere. Certainly not here. He just wants her to know what she'll be getting by asking him. He was trained to do one specific thing. ]