[ Signs of said blizzard might still be vaguely clinging to him, hair damp from the weather. He's only just made it down here once the storm had calmed. At least his company in the cabin hadn't been terrible. And they managed to get the source of the blizzard sorted without anyone dying. He'll count it as a win.
Geralt considers both her theories and her offer for a second. He doesn't dwell long. It's an easy decision to make. ]
Deal. [ He sheathes his sword. He's been told there are bigger things than bats. With some luck, they'll avoid those. He tips his head towards a fork in the tunnels, leading in deeper. ] This way?
( Yup, a blizzard would do it. Nico carefully gathers up her samples so that she can tuck them away into her bag, then stacks the books so that she can lift them all together. On her way down, stashing them in with her phials and jars hadn't been a problem at all, but now that any damage might risk cross-contamination ... )
Hey, you mind holdin' some of these?
( She doesn't wait for an answer. Two of the thick books are thrust towards Geralt's chest so she can hold the third open in her hands. )
Thanks. Appreciate it.
( Have a lop-sided smile as they head towards the fork. A vague gesture is made towards the right-hand tunnel when they reach it, because what's the point in hemming and hawing when it's going to be equally dangerous either way? )
So investigating aside, what's your thing? You, uh ... got a kind of a "look", y'know?
[ His eyebrow lifts when he winds up with an armful of books. Geralt sighs in return to her winning smile, but tucks the tomes under one arm. He wants at least one hand free.
They make their way down the tunnel. His steps are lighter than what one might expect out of someone like him. The smell of the moss permeates the air. There's scratching in some places, echoing in the distance. Nothing nearby, though. Not yet. ]
A look. [ It's not really a question. He knows what she means. He's just still getting used to having to explain what that look indicates. Back home, no one asks. They know.
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[ Signs of said blizzard might still be vaguely clinging to him, hair damp from the weather. He's only just made it down here once the storm had calmed. At least his company in the cabin hadn't been terrible. And they managed to get the source of the blizzard sorted without anyone dying. He'll count it as a win.
Geralt considers both her theories and her offer for a second. He doesn't dwell long. It's an easy decision to make. ]
Deal. [ He sheathes his sword. He's been told there are bigger things than bats. With some luck, they'll avoid those. He tips his head towards a fork in the tunnels, leading in deeper. ] This way?
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( Yup, a blizzard would do it. Nico carefully gathers up her samples so that she can tuck them away into her bag, then stacks the books so that she can lift them all together. On her way down, stashing them in with her phials and jars hadn't been a problem at all, but now that any damage might risk cross-contamination ... )
Hey, you mind holdin' some of these?
( She doesn't wait for an answer. Two of the thick books are thrust towards Geralt's chest so she can hold the third open in her hands. )
Thanks. Appreciate it.
( Have a lop-sided smile as they head towards the fork. A vague gesture is made towards the right-hand tunnel when they reach it, because what's the point in hemming and hawing when it's going to be equally dangerous either way? )
So investigating aside, what's your thing? You, uh ... got a kind of a "look", y'know?
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They make their way down the tunnel. His steps are lighter than what one might expect out of someone like him. The smell of the moss permeates the air. There's scratching in some places, echoing in the distance. Nothing nearby, though. Not yet. ]
A look. [ It's not really a question. He knows what she means. He's just still getting used to having to explain what that look indicates. Back home, no one asks. They know.
He keeps it simple. ] I hunt things. For a price.