[ Mm. There it is. The familiar face of a man who did not consider the consequences of his actions. Now who has he seen it on before dozens of times growing up?
Wait. A goat— ]
How many blood sacrifices did you make in one fucking day?
[ Was one not enough. Also, Wanda was in on this, too? Somehow, he'd received the impression she's one who would know better. Apparently not.
Regardless.
He folds his arms across his chest. Nero has spoken of the disappearances. In a village that small, he can imagine it stands out. It isn't like the Free Cities—or even a Thorne—where thieves, monsters, testy drunks, (a certain Witcher confronted by brigands, possibly) can all account for a handful of lost souls. ]
Let me guess. The villagers aren't questioning it, either.
no subject
Wait. A goat— ]
How many blood sacrifices did you make in one fucking day?
[ Was one not enough. Also, Wanda was in on this, too? Somehow, he'd received the impression she's one who would know better. Apparently not.
Regardless.
He folds his arms across his chest. Nero has spoken of the disappearances. In a village that small, he can imagine it stands out. It isn't like the Free Cities—or even a Thorne—where thieves, monsters, testy drunks, (a certain Witcher confronted by brigands, possibly) can all account for a handful of lost souls. ]
Let me guess. The villagers aren't questioning it, either.