[ Sylvain kinda doubts answers are going to be anywhere as easy as that, but he's sort of resigned himself to that fact, as well.
He follows Geralt towards the doors, peering out into the white world beyond. He'd come to the same conclusion, although he does pause to mouth the word tendrils in a confused sort of horror.
Right. That sounds unpleasant. ]
Fine, but if your tendril monster out there eats me, I'm sticking around to haunt you out of spite.
[ With that cheerful announcement, he offers the man a playful salute before slipping back outside into the cold. ]
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He follows Geralt towards the doors, peering out into the white world beyond. He'd come to the same conclusion, although he does pause to mouth the word tendrils in a confused sort of horror.
Right. That sounds unpleasant. ]
Fine, but if your tendril monster out there eats me, I'm sticking around to haunt you out of spite.
[ With that cheerful announcement, he offers the man a playful salute before slipping back outside into the cold. ]