[ Wait. Is he implying...this has happened before? Geralt's expression turns scrutinizing. He studies the man up and down. The style of clothing is foreign, but it's not hard to tell they're refined, with expensive materials.
He does not, in short, look like a man used to dealing with. ]
Lasers. [ Geralt repeats the word with a question to it as he stops without explanation. The heavy leaves overhanging the clearing, though, and the trickling brook nearby might give some clue. He's hardly about to walk all night in a direction that might lead to fuck all. It'll be safer to stay put -- especially now that he's got a human to keep an eye on.
Well. Perhaps not human. Geralt eyes his companion. Is he a Witch? Might be. There're no other marks on him. ]
How's your...? [ He rubs his fingers together, in a vague indication of magic. ]
no subject
He does not, in short, look like a man used to dealing with. ]
Lasers. [ Geralt repeats the word with a question to it as he stops without explanation. The heavy leaves overhanging the clearing, though, and the trickling brook nearby might give some clue. He's hardly about to walk all night in a direction that might lead to fuck all. It'll be safer to stay put -- especially now that he's got a human to keep an eye on.
Well. Perhaps not human. Geralt eyes his companion. Is he a Witch? Might be. There're no other marks on him. ]
How's your...? [ He rubs his fingers together, in a vague indication of magic. ]