[ That is of interest. That it can be concealed. No bow can ever be concealed and still retain any sort of range at all. Not that Geralt is particularly concerned about that, but even he often carries his swords off his back: usually tucked on his horse or slung over his shoulder in a way that makes him appear less armed, just so he can get a room for the night without folk thinking he's arrived to start shit. ]
Do that. I'd like to see. [ Sure. He'll take the offer. He wants to see how it works. Won't hurt to learn something new. Besides, he's ready to find his footing again. Try to leave behind what keeps bothering him. Amos has been a steady routine for the past couple of months; seems like a good place to start returning to form.
He draws his legs back up the platform, standing with one hand on the railing to help. He only came here to look in on the man. Not much seems to have changed, which is all that matters. At least he can leave here with one less thing on his mind. ] Bring your sword, too.
[ You know. Now that he's got one of his own, courtesy of one bard. ]
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Do that. I'd like to see. [ Sure. He'll take the offer. He wants to see how it works. Won't hurt to learn something new. Besides, he's ready to find his footing again. Try to leave behind what keeps bothering him. Amos has been a steady routine for the past couple of months; seems like a good place to start returning to form.
He draws his legs back up the platform, standing with one hand on the railing to help. He only came here to look in on the man. Not much seems to have changed, which is all that matters. At least he can leave here with one less thing on his mind. ] Bring your sword, too.
[ You know. Now that he's got one of his own, courtesy of one bard. ]