Mm. [ Geralt doesn't appear surprised he's been recognized. Most do. Sylvain might also recognize his horse as the same one in the stables in the Horizon: a large black mare that he may or may not have been overheard conversing with often.
He tilts his head, intrigued for several reasons: Claude's name, the word conscripted, neighbouring kingdoms. ]
Geralt. I know him. [ They've spoken. He's still not quite certain what to make of Claude. On the surface, though, they're on amicable enough terms. ] Is that what you are? Conscripted?
[ Of those in Cadens, he's only aware of Sephiroth who enlisted. He's learned to trust Sephiroth to a degree, in part through Ciri, but he remains wary of anyone who aligns themselves too closely, too easily, with the Cadens army. ]
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He tilts his head, intrigued for several reasons: Claude's name, the word conscripted, neighbouring kingdoms. ]
Geralt. I know him. [ They've spoken. He's still not quite certain what to make of Claude. On the surface, though, they're on amicable enough terms. ] Is that what you are? Conscripted?
[ Of those in Cadens, he's only aware of Sephiroth who enlisted. He's learned to trust Sephiroth to a degree, in part through Ciri, but he remains wary of anyone who aligns themselves too closely, too easily, with the Cadens army. ]