Is it? She'd have me believe it was her frying pan.
[ That's a joke. He's aware of her exploits. Not from Himeka herself, but her elf friend. Who is, fortunately, no longer a point of contention between them. It'd not been a heavy problem, but Geralt prefers when there are fewer bumps in the road.
His gaze snaps to Thancred. Made an attempt...? The question is on the tip of his tongue when he's diverted by the man's remark. He stops before the lit enclosure. The light is warm, inviting. A trap, as Thancred states.
Mm. He touches the wall. Feels around it for anything worth noting. ]
I've learned, [ he says, not at all helpfully, ] that sooner or later, this place will force you into a trap. No matter how careful.
[ As in: they may just have to get it over with. Step into the room. See what awaits them. Hopefully nothing that'll fuck with them too terribly. ]
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[ That's a joke. He's aware of her exploits. Not from Himeka herself, but her elf friend. Who is, fortunately, no longer a point of contention between them. It'd not been a heavy problem, but Geralt prefers when there are fewer bumps in the road.
His gaze snaps to Thancred. Made an attempt...? The question is on the tip of his tongue when he's diverted by the man's remark. He stops before the lit enclosure. The light is warm, inviting. A trap, as Thancred states.
Mm. He touches the wall. Feels around it for anything worth noting. ]
I've learned, [ he says, not at all helpfully, ] that sooner or later, this place will force you into a trap. No matter how careful.
[ As in: they may just have to get it over with. Step into the room. See what awaits them. Hopefully nothing that'll fuck with them too terribly. ]