[ His gaze slides towards Thancred. Mm. Yes, there's that to contend with, isn't there? ]
I'll return the same to you, if you find yourself envisioning your gruesome death. [ Or at the raw end of his temper. Considering it's Thancred, Geralt doesn't anticipate that to be a problem, but who the fuck knows these days. Between secrets spilling, deaths relived, he has to wonder how many have already come to blows.
He turns another corner, careful to watch his step in case any traps might spring. So far, nothing. Which only serves to leave him more uneasy. ]
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I'll return the same to you, if you find yourself envisioning your gruesome death. [ Or at the raw end of his temper. Considering it's Thancred, Geralt doesn't anticipate that to be a problem, but who the fuck knows these days. Between secrets spilling, deaths relived, he has to wonder how many have already come to blows.
He turns another corner, careful to watch his step in case any traps might spring. So far, nothing. Which only serves to leave him more uneasy. ]
What do you make of these old gods?