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Geralt z Rivii ([personal profile] gynvael) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-03-21 07:51 pm (UTC)

[ Too many. Naturally. A small curve lifts his lips as Geralt takes a drink, as though he knows his answer will be on the other side of Sam's. ] I took a merchant's purse, escorted him to the city gates. Didn't mention I was already heading home.

[ It's of no importance. The man obviously had coin to spare, judging by his silk robes. The money's gone to good use, including a piece of furniture or two for their new home. The rest he plans on bringing to a leatherworker some time in the next few weeks. He's tired of returning with cuts and bruises he could've avoided with some actual gear.

Besides, he might be considering testing how much further into the desert heartland he can yet venture. He's hunted in the area long enough—shared what he has with them on occasion—that the soldiers stationed there no longer question his presence in and out. It's not the most forgiving of lands, but he's learning it the same way he once learned the thick wooded mountains.

He kicks his feet up on a rickety table. The legs, he's yet to even out. He'll do that next. He lets the conversation lapse into silence, or for Sam to fill it with his usual chatter. After all this time, it's grown easy between them. ]

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