[When the werewolf smiles in that anxious, nervous way it reminds Geralt of a whipped dog. Being experimented on by sorceresses probably had something to do with it, he thinks. Sorceresses were a frightening, powerful bunch.]
I'll count it as a favour, then. If you need some help that a Witcher can provide...
[Geralt trails off and shrugs with a clinking of his chainmail. The leather of his clothes creaks.]
no subject
I'll count it as a favour, then. If you need some help that a Witcher can provide...
[Geralt trails off and shrugs with a clinking of his chainmail. The leather of his clothes creaks.]