[ There's absolutely a distinct fuck that comes before Geralt inhales sharply and catches himself on a stack of crates. His eyes snap to who it is: a stranger, a man. No one he recognizes. Geralt seems to gather himself before he straightens up. ]
Fine. [ Some of the tension leaves his shoulders. He steps away from the hands on him once he's steady on his feet. He just wants his work done with so he can get out of this square filled with people. ] Don't let me keep you.
[ If the man has been on his way anywhere at all. He's a new face, but most faces in Cadens are new. It's not exactly a cozy village. Geralt doesn't give it much thought, his attention already returning to the blacksmith who's only just finished with his sword—and Geralt takes the few steps towards the table to look: a circular pendant of a wolf is now attached to the hilt, one that almost seems a sibling to the medallion around his neck. If the stranger is behind him or following, Geralt appears to pay little attention for the time being. ]
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Fine. [ Some of the tension leaves his shoulders. He steps away from the hands on him once he's steady on his feet. He just wants his work done with so he can get out of this square filled with people. ] Don't let me keep you.
[ If the man has been on his way anywhere at all. He's a new face, but most faces in Cadens are new. It's not exactly a cozy village. Geralt doesn't give it much thought, his attention already returning to the blacksmith who's only just finished with his sword—and Geralt takes the few steps towards the table to look: a circular pendant of a wolf is now attached to the hilt, one that almost seems a sibling to the medallion around his neck. If the stranger is behind him or following, Geralt appears to pay little attention for the time being. ]