[ Geralt cocks his head. Fair enough. It means even less in this world. Nearly every damn thing is magic.
One thing that is not magic is that drawing Nero hands back at him. Geralt lifts his eyebrows. He turns it back towards Nero with a clear message written on his face: The fuck is this?
It isn't even that it's a ridiculous drawing. It's that it looks like it could be one of a dozen monsters out there. Multi-limbed, round black eyes, wide mouth. He's seen similar pinned to the walls of the local orphanage. No teeth, though. No wings, either. Or claws. He looks at the drawing with genuine consideration this time. Shitty as it is, it isn't completely useless. ]
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One thing that is not magic is that drawing Nero hands back at him. Geralt lifts his eyebrows. He turns it back towards Nero with a clear message written on his face: The fuck is this?
It isn't even that it's a ridiculous drawing. It's that it looks like it could be one of a dozen monsters out there. Multi-limbed, round black eyes, wide mouth. He's seen similar pinned to the walls of the local orphanage. No teeth, though. No wings, either. Or claws. He looks at the drawing with genuine consideration this time. Shitty as it is, it isn't completely useless. ]
Was it wraith-like? Or corporeal?