[Like this kind of thing happens all the time? He rubs the back of his neck, cracking it with a swift bend to the side. He might heal quick, but it doesn't feel great. Somehow it doesn't surprise him, though, that it's Geralt who finds him. They seem to keep coming together in nightmarish hellscapes.
Actually, this one's pretty nice in comparison.]
Don't tell me you're afraid of freezin'. [But he follows, boots sinking into the snow, because standing around's not doing much for him, either. And where do they go back? Down? He watches the hand hovering above their heads, unmoving once again.] Last time I was in a blizzard this bad, it was pouring out a giant toad's asshole.
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[Like this kind of thing happens all the time? He rubs the back of his neck, cracking it with a swift bend to the side. He might heal quick, but it doesn't feel great. Somehow it doesn't surprise him, though, that it's Geralt who finds him. They seem to keep coming together in nightmarish hellscapes.
Actually, this one's pretty nice in comparison.]
Don't tell me you're afraid of freezin'. [But he follows, boots sinking into the snow, because standing around's not doing much for him, either. And where do they go back? Down? He watches the hand hovering above their heads, unmoving once again.] Last time I was in a blizzard this bad, it was pouring out a giant toad's asshole.
[Well. Its mouth, technically. Same difference.]