[ Thankfully no one will have to be carried in pockets, as Thancred reverts back at around the same time as Geralt — no Witcher physiology mucking things up to worry about, here. He also stumbles, though only a half-step or so, with the advantage of having experienced this before working in his favor.
He stares down at the now very shallow pond, giving it a small kick with his boot before he looks over to Geralt, who appears to be a bit disoriented.
Fair. ]
Never turned into a frog before? No, I suppose that wouldn't be a common occurrence. And yet...
[ He's gone through it a few times by now. Is this solely an Etheirys thing? Interesting.
Thancred can't help but smile at the disdain on Geralt's face, especially when he can so easily recall seeing the same look on a frog's face from just moments before. ]
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He stares down at the now very shallow pond, giving it a small kick with his boot before he looks over to Geralt, who appears to be a bit disoriented.
Fair. ]
Never turned into a frog before? No, I suppose that wouldn't be a common occurrence. And yet...
[ He's gone through it a few times by now. Is this solely an Etheirys thing? Interesting.
Thancred can't help but smile at the disdain on Geralt's face, especially when he can so easily recall seeing the same look on a frog's face from just moments before. ]
You must admit, it could have been worse.