[ Buying raw supplies is rare for him. Up in the Blue Mountains, they chop their own wood—forage for what they need. Deserts are less plentiful, though, so the city provides.
He waits for Rinwell to join him, glancing over his shoulder as the owl flutters atop her head. There's plenty alongside the carvings—wooden bowls and mugs and spoons—but Geralt is interested in the flat wood that can serve as shelving. Unpolished, but that's not important. He can take care of that. ]
What do you think? [ He pulls forward a thick length of dark oak. Enough for two shelves with a bit extra that he thinks he can mount higher up. ] Room for your bird.
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He waits for Rinwell to join him, glancing over his shoulder as the owl flutters atop her head. There's plenty alongside the carvings—wooden bowls and mugs and spoons—but Geralt is interested in the flat wood that can serve as shelving. Unpolished, but that's not important. He can take care of that. ]
What do you think? [ He pulls forward a thick length of dark oak. Enough for two shelves with a bit extra that he thinks he can mount higher up. ] Room for your bird.