[ Dean can, in fact, sucker him into it. He remains not as fond of being inside a car, but it doesn't bother him enough to turn it down. They navigate the blizzard howling outside the keep, which Geralt doesn't explain—doesn't have to—and eventually end up.
Hm. That's different.
He leans forward on the railing. It isn't old in architecture by his standards, but he's also visited enough modern domains to understand that there's an archaic edge to it. Something in the curl of the decor and the polish of the wood. ]
And here I thought your kind were all hatched in motor oil and steel.
[ Fancy indeed. It's elegant. Reminds him of a noble's manor. He makes his way down the stairs, step by step. Through the stone pillars, the room opens up. It smells of oak and mahogany, whisky, old paper and leather.
Curious, he pulls one of the tomes off a shelf, flipping open the cover. Built from memory, he doesn't know if he'll find the pages filled or empty or full of half-scribblings. ]
Abandoned? [ The place, he means. Was that how they stumbled on it? ]
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Hm. That's different.
He leans forward on the railing. It isn't old in architecture by his standards, but he's also visited enough modern domains to understand that there's an archaic edge to it. Something in the curl of the decor and the polish of the wood. ]
And here I thought your kind were all hatched in motor oil and steel.
[ Fancy indeed. It's elegant. Reminds him of a noble's manor. He makes his way down the stairs, step by step. Through the stone pillars, the room opens up. It smells of oak and mahogany, whisky, old paper and leather.
Curious, he pulls one of the tomes off a shelf, flipping open the cover. Built from memory, he doesn't know if he'll find the pages filled or empty or full of half-scribblings. ]
Abandoned? [ The place, he means. Was that how they stumbled on it? ]