[ Maxwell only slips the other man a brief grin, as they make eye contact and Geralt raises a brow, that suggests he knows that Geralt knows. But, Maxwell has completed enough laps around the Earth (metaphorically) to know the signs of a man who has enough business of his own that he won't go sticking his nose into others'.

Unlike - he is aware - yours truly.

The sound of his heavy boots crunching along the cobblestone follows Geralt's somewhat unsteady walk home. His eyes are on the other man's gait, surmising what his injuries might be based on how it's affected his walk. ]

Now there's a problem that's easy to fix.

[ Does it bother him that Geralt demands credentials before sharing his own? Nope. Unfortunately. ]

Been called a lot of things by a lot of people over the years, heh, but lately it's been Father Maxwell. Not sure the title counts for anything here, or if I'll ever see the church again, but that's what I'll answer to.