Roach is right where he left her, waiting patiently as she chews on some dry grass. He adjusts her saddle, already swinging up to mount when the man asks for his name.
A small pause. It's not that he minds giving his name. He just rarely thinks about bothering. He's easy enough to find without one. Despite the inexplicable influx of white-haired men in this sphere, there still aren't that many of them with yellow eyes on top of it.
"Geralt." He turns Roach around. "Next time, buy me an ale first."
He only grants one (1) free body disposal per person. And whether he gets the other man's name or not in return, he'll leave in short order, urging his horse down the dusty road without a glance back.
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A small pause. It's not that he minds giving his name. He just rarely thinks about bothering. He's easy enough to find without one. Despite the inexplicable influx of white-haired men in this sphere, there still aren't that many of them with yellow eyes on top of it.
"Geralt." He turns Roach around. "Next time, buy me an ale first."
He only grants one (1) free body disposal per person. And whether he gets the other man's name or not in return, he'll leave in short order, urging his horse down the dusty road without a glance back.