[ Geralt tips back more of his ale, at one point sips the whisky, too, because it might be a drinking game but he's also just here to drink and he may as well even the ground between them on top of that. He has a leg up on how much liquor he can hold. More Witcher things, as Dean might say.
He watches the board, waiting for the knife to land. Not until Dean looks over at him does Geralt look back. ]
We're long-lived. [ Not immortal, as the rumours say, nor ageless. He looks away again. ] One of our...improvements.
[ If it is an improvement. Might have been a side effect the mages hadn't foreseen and decided it wasn't important to adjust one way or another. He's never quite determined which was which for some aspects of how they turned out.
Sometimes it feels like a joke. It isn't as though they're built to make anything fulfilling out of their long years. Doesn't exactly stop them from an early death, either. ]
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He watches the board, waiting for the knife to land. Not until Dean looks over at him does Geralt look back. ]
We're long-lived. [ Not immortal, as the rumours say, nor ageless. He looks away again. ] One of our...improvements.
[ If it is an improvement. Might have been a side effect the mages hadn't foreseen and decided it wasn't important to adjust one way or another. He's never quite determined which was which for some aspects of how they turned out.
Sometimes it feels like a joke. It isn't as though they're built to make anything fulfilling out of their long years. Doesn't exactly stop them from an early death, either. ]