[ He reaches up to light one of the torches lining the walls. There's a sense Geralt's been here before, or at least isn't surprised to find himself in such a state. ]
I wasn't aware you were getting on in age. [ He takes said torch off the wall and hands it to Thancred. The flame may not hold, the torch might spontaneously transform into a nightmare snake, but for now it is merely a torch. Ideally, it will remain so.
He tilts his head. Starts to walk, stepping over a uneven gap in the ground. ] A lit room. We can cast wagers on what dangers lie in wait.
[ He's got two imaginary pebbles and a copper to his name, currently. Who the fuck knows? Perhaps they'll be pleasantly surprised by finding something nice once there. He'd rather have a direction, though, than to wander aimlessly and fall into some sort of trap at the end of it anyhow. ]
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I wasn't aware you were getting on in age. [ He takes said torch off the wall and hands it to Thancred. The flame may not hold, the torch might spontaneously transform into a nightmare snake, but for now it is merely a torch. Ideally, it will remain so.
He tilts his head. Starts to walk, stepping over a uneven gap in the ground. ] A lit room. We can cast wagers on what dangers lie in wait.
[ He's got two imaginary pebbles and a copper to his name, currently. Who the fuck knows? Perhaps they'll be pleasantly surprised by finding something nice once there. He'd rather have a direction, though, than to wander aimlessly and fall into some sort of trap at the end of it anyhow. ]