[ Now it's Geralt's turn to blink, bottle midway to his lips. His eyes narrow. From the start, Dean's rather smelled human and never stated himself to be anything other. But as he's come to know the man, he suspects that while Dean may be human in the most technical sense, there must be more to him.
He exchanges his beer for the whisky and dutifully takes his share. ] That's a spell longer than purgatory.
[ An invitation to expand on the matter is in there somewhere, but Dean can take it or leave it as he will. His concept of other realms and the possibilities they hold has shifted since they first spoke; in some ways, it makes some of what Dean has mentioned less puzzling. Some. A quarter, perhaps.
Another dagger and he tops off Dean's glass for him to take his drink. Eight knives buried in wood and about half the squares empty or so. They'll have to start slipping in between each other soon. ]
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He exchanges his beer for the whisky and dutifully takes his share. ] That's a spell longer than purgatory.
[ An invitation to expand on the matter is in there somewhere, but Dean can take it or leave it as he will. His concept of other realms and the possibilities they hold has shifted since they first spoke; in some ways, it makes some of what Dean has mentioned less puzzling. Some. A quarter, perhaps.
Another dagger and he tops off Dean's glass for him to take his drink. Eight knives buried in wood and about half the squares empty or so. They'll have to start slipping in between each other soon. ]