[ That's what he fears. Yes. He will not let his fears dictate what he believes, though. He wants facts, answers. Tangible pieces of information he can look at and put together.
Sam's right. Geralt isn't one to hover once business is concluded. This wasn't a social call. And Sam's obviously got more than his share of nonsense on his hands, judging by what's going on outside.
He claps a hand on Sam's shoulder as he passes by. An unspoken reply: he will. ] I don't envy you.
[ Which is why he's already slipping out the door, weaving through the crowd with only the briefest time granted to those who know him best, and why Sam's the one diving back into the fray. Frankly, if it were Geralt, he'd let the riot break out between everyone asking for it and go home. But that's why he isn't the one hosting these damn meetings. ]
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Sam's right. Geralt isn't one to hover once business is concluded. This wasn't a social call. And Sam's obviously got more than his share of nonsense on his hands, judging by what's going on outside.
He claps a hand on Sam's shoulder as he passes by. An unspoken reply: he will. ] I don't envy you.
[ Which is why he's already slipping out the door, weaving through the crowd with only the briefest time granted to those who know him best, and why Sam's the one diving back into the fray. Frankly, if it were Geralt, he'd let the riot break out between everyone asking for it and go home. But that's why he isn't the one hosting these damn meetings. ]