[ solvunn's quiet. peaceful (from what he can tell), in ways that most people would find boring, but wolfwood appreciates the simple living. he's not known peace and quiet for a long time now, and from what he's heard of the free cities and thorne, he doesn't think he'd find any there. he's had enough of playing the perfect soldier, of following directives that he never believed in, and while he doesn't deserve this kind of freedom, he'll take what he can get. not like he has a choice now either way.
there's a little toothy half-grin at the confirmation, partly hidden by his own mug that he grabs for, which saves him the trouble of handshake etiquette. he's too busy drumming the fingers of his free hand against his knee anyway, desperately itching for a smoke but the gods here weren't kind enough to spare him his cigarettes when they decided to strip him down. ]
Wolfwood. [ he wonders if rivia is a title, or a place? definitely not one he's heard of. has a nice ring to it, though. ] So how long have you been here, Geralt?
[ aka, how fucked are they in terms of going home? ]
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there's a little toothy half-grin at the confirmation, partly hidden by his own mug that he grabs for, which saves him the trouble of handshake etiquette. he's too busy drumming the fingers of his free hand against his knee anyway, desperately itching for a smoke but the gods here weren't kind enough to spare him his cigarettes when they decided to strip him down. ]
Wolfwood. [ he wonders if rivia is a title, or a place? definitely not one he's heard of. has a nice ring to it, though. ] So how long have you been here, Geralt?
[ aka, how fucked are they in terms of going home? ]