[ There's his own, less visible sense of relief when the footsteps fade. Not really interested in dealing with that shit, either. The guards seem to have mostly free reign down here, and he has to wonder exactly how long all this has been going on. They obviously have a holding system in place. Everyone here is someone pulled in—he hasn't spoken to a single person native to this land.
He leans back against the cold stone walls that the beds are pushed up to. ]
Let me guess. They said you were made wrong?
[ Didn't have to tell him that. Maybe they should've checked their notes before grabbing a Witcher. ]
no subject
He leans back against the cold stone walls that the beds are pushed up to. ]
Let me guess. They said you were made wrong?
[ Didn't have to tell him that. Maybe they should've checked their notes before grabbing a Witcher. ]