[ His gaze flicks down to the gryphon, with its head poking out of the bag. Other than its brief adventure on the road, it has been remarkably well-behaved. Nothing truly seems to bother it, in fact. Not the bumpy horse ride, not the crowd of people. ]
You haven't learned to satisfy yourself? [ He takes one of the bags Jaskier is juggling before its contents spill about the ground. He doesn't want to spend the next hour chasing whatever it is that might go rolling across the market square. ] On our way home. We'll stop for a day or so.
[ The bay is on the path to Cadens; it'll be, hm. An interlude. In the meantime, the city is bustling and he's certain Jaskier will want to explore it first. There are, what. Museums, plays? Geralt won't say he isn't interested in these things. It's more, he's never had much room in his life to be interested. A Witcher does not wander about art galleries and study paintings. But...these days, this world. It's different here. He has a bit more space to do what he wants, without everyone recognizing him as a Witcher.
They pay for two nights at an inn room. Jaskier explores the city over the next couple of days. Geralt is content to wander on his own, picking up imported items that can't be bought in Cadens, a few new concoctions at the apothecary, until he meets up with the bard again for something or other: a meal, a drink, a trip to look at some of the sculptures. When Jaskier has had his fill, they pack up their horses, take the short ride towards the coast. The morning breeze from the ocean is cooling. The sand is warm.
It is here that Geralt reveals the medallion, opening up the leather pouch and tipping it out into his palm. ] Less of a snarl, as you suggested.
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You haven't learned to satisfy yourself? [ He takes one of the bags Jaskier is juggling before its contents spill about the ground. He doesn't want to spend the next hour chasing whatever it is that might go rolling across the market square. ] On our way home. We'll stop for a day or so.
[ The bay is on the path to Cadens; it'll be, hm. An interlude. In the meantime, the city is bustling and he's certain Jaskier will want to explore it first. There are, what. Museums, plays? Geralt won't say he isn't interested in these things. It's more, he's never had much room in his life to be interested. A Witcher does not wander about art galleries and study paintings. But...these days, this world. It's different here. He has a bit more space to do what he wants, without everyone recognizing him as a Witcher.
They pay for two nights at an inn room. Jaskier explores the city over the next couple of days. Geralt is content to wander on his own, picking up imported items that can't be bought in Cadens, a few new concoctions at the apothecary, until he meets up with the bard again for something or other: a meal, a drink, a trip to look at some of the sculptures. When Jaskier has had his fill, they pack up their horses, take the short ride towards the coast. The morning breeze from the ocean is cooling. The sand is warm.
It is here that Geralt reveals the medallion, opening up the leather pouch and tipping it out into his palm. ] Less of a snarl, as you suggested.