[ This time, Geralt's not left waiting out there. An improvement. He follows the blacksmith into the shop.
Laying eyes on the weapon, Geralt blinks. He raises an eyebrow. Geralt had anticipated a bit of work on the grip, maybe a small gem on the end. This is a hell of a lot more intricate. Fit for a prince's display.
Or a bard.
Geralt tests the balance of the dagger in hand -- gloved, in anticipation of the silver. That spring mechanism; it's uncommon, but it works. It means Jaskier can keep it tucked in a pocket. ]
Nice work. [ His approval is punctuated with the cunes he owes, set down on the counter. He can see why the blacksmith gets away with being absentminded. Solid craftsmanship. ] Might have to drop by again.
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Laying eyes on the weapon, Geralt blinks. He raises an eyebrow. Geralt had anticipated a bit of work on the grip, maybe a small gem on the end. This is a hell of a lot more intricate. Fit for a prince's display.
Or a bard.
Geralt tests the balance of the dagger in hand -- gloved, in anticipation of the silver. That spring mechanism; it's uncommon, but it works. It means Jaskier can keep it tucked in a pocket. ]
Nice work. [ His approval is punctuated with the cunes he owes, set down on the counter. He can see why the blacksmith gets away with being absentminded. Solid craftsmanship. ] Might have to drop by again.