[ Fair enough. Geralt makes his way into the tavern with her. He's perfectly content with taking a less noisy corner of the tavern, sliding onto the stool. He, uh. Isn't sure what he's supposed to pay with, though. Does his coin even have any value here? ]
I don't know what a balloon is. [ He says it simply, as if it's not at all unusual to not know. He gestures over the counter. ] What do they take here, you know?
[ Maybe it's time to look around to exchange services for an ale. He's certainly done it before. ]
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I don't know what a balloon is. [ He says it simply, as if it's not at all unusual to not know. He gestures over the counter. ] What do they take here, you know?
[ Maybe it's time to look around to exchange services for an ale. He's certainly done it before. ]