[ 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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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.