[ She must've jumped straight through the portal upon her summoning, the way she seems to perk up at the mere thought of meat. Makes him wonder what she might think when she realizes her hosts will feed her plenty—unless she's found herself in Cadens. People are less openly giving in the Free Cities.
Geralt raises an eyebrow. Sure. ] Come on.
[ He climbs out of the water, dries off with a waiting towel. His clothes are bundled near some jagged stones. There's a dagger hidden in his boot, but he's otherwise both unarmed and carrying absolutely nothing with him except a small pouch of coin.
He falls into step beside her, steering towards the market square. She can no doubt smell the food before she sees it: grilled skewers, pies, stews. The tables are shoulder to shoulder with others that sell flowers, woven baskets, knitted socks and shawls. He seldom peruses, but on occasion, he finds himself searching for a gift.
The stalls of food, however. Now those, he's familiar with. ]
no subject
Geralt raises an eyebrow. Sure. ] Come on.
[ He climbs out of the water, dries off with a waiting towel. His clothes are bundled near some jagged stones. There's a dagger hidden in his boot, but he's otherwise both unarmed and carrying absolutely nothing with him except a small pouch of coin.
He falls into step beside her, steering towards the market square. She can no doubt smell the food before she sees it: grilled skewers, pies, stews. The tables are shoulder to shoulder with others that sell flowers, woven baskets, knitted socks and shawls. He seldom peruses, but on occasion, he finds himself searching for a gift.
The stalls of food, however. Now those, he's familiar with. ]
Take your pick.