I don't know. Something to ask about at the museum, perhaps.
[ She glances between the two men again with a flicker of surprise when told the strong one (Cas) doesn't have much experience with... humanity? Some sort of non-human, then. That would explain the unusual strength. Ciri knows, of course, that just because he looks like a human man doesn't mean he can't be anything else; she just has no idea, simply by looking at him, what that something else could possibly be. Probably not a vampire, as one would probably have chosen a different way to handle the beast than brute force. For now, though, she does not ask. ]
Your friend is right.
[ A nod, considering Dean. He talks like Julie, or Sam. In fact, she's pretty sure Julie has used very similar words ('medieval' and 'fantasy,' in particular). Unlike Julie or Sam, though, these folks seem entirely acquainted with the concept of monsters. ]
Doesn't matter what their opinions are, as a whole. There's no reason to invite them in the first place.
[ While she talks, Ciri wipes the blood off her sword with a cloth she produces from one of her belt pouches, sheathes it, and pulls out her dagger instead, its blade a shining silver with an intricate pommel decorated on top with a relief of a snarling wolf. ]
I'm Ciri. Been here a few months.
They summoned you at the outpost? Did they tell you they expect anything of you there?
[ She crouches by the nearest chaigon corpse, examining it from the side, and begins wedging her dagger underneath the shell near the neck. ]
no subject
[ She glances between the two men again with a flicker of surprise when told the strong one (Cas) doesn't have much experience with... humanity? Some sort of non-human, then. That would explain the unusual strength. Ciri knows, of course, that just because he looks like a human man doesn't mean he can't be anything else; she just has no idea, simply by looking at him, what that something else could possibly be. Probably not a vampire, as one would probably have chosen a different way to handle the beast than brute force. For now, though, she does not ask. ]
Your friend is right.
[ A nod, considering Dean. He talks like Julie, or Sam. In fact, she's pretty sure Julie has used very similar words ('medieval' and 'fantasy,' in particular). Unlike Julie or Sam, though, these folks seem entirely acquainted with the concept of monsters. ]
Doesn't matter what their opinions are, as a whole. There's no reason to invite them in the first place.
[ While she talks, Ciri wipes the blood off her sword with a cloth she produces from one of her belt pouches, sheathes it, and pulls out her dagger instead, its blade a shining silver with an intricate pommel decorated on top with a relief of a snarling wolf. ]
I'm Ciri. Been here a few months.
They summoned you at the outpost? Did they tell you they expect anything of you there?
[ She crouches by the nearest chaigon corpse, examining it from the side, and begins wedging her dagger underneath the shell near the neck. ]