[Elidibus has been watching for haggard souls like Geralt's.
Which sounds more sinister than it really is. Information is what the Ascian is after and without any particular malice behind it. Even if his targets aren't Mirrorbound, are not affected by recent events, he's still going to come out with- one hopes- a relatively positive encounter between someone and the identity known as 'Ardbert'.
He waits until the target in question is nearly done with that first pitcher but not so far in that he might call for a refill before Elidibus reaches him.
Because the one that approaches him now comes with an offering.]
You know, I've heard it said that if you're going to drink away your sorrows, you better make damned sure that beer doesn't taste like shite.
[While Elidibus doesn't have the advantage of Ardbert's memories, he did overhear some of the conversations exchanged by the 'Warriors of Darkness' he took into his charge. And the one called Branden had some specific priorities when it came to this type of thing.]
But in lieu of anything approaching that in this fine establishment, I can at least offer a round or two that's a step up from that.
[What the somewhat good-natured man bears in a pitcher of what constitutes the best in the house. Still piss poor beer in comparison to what you can get... well, nearly anywhere else. But better than what Geralt just scoured his throat with. The man also holds his own mug. So this gift comes with the price of company, if accepted.]
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Which sounds more sinister than it really is. Information is what the Ascian is after and without any particular malice behind it. Even if his targets aren't Mirrorbound, are not affected by recent events, he's still going to come out with- one hopes- a relatively positive encounter between someone and the identity known as 'Ardbert'.
He waits until the target in question is nearly done with that first pitcher but not so far in that he might call for a refill before Elidibus reaches him.
Because the one that approaches him now comes with an offering.]
You know, I've heard it said that if you're going to drink away your sorrows, you better make damned sure that beer doesn't taste like shite.
[While Elidibus doesn't have the advantage of Ardbert's memories, he did overhear some of the conversations exchanged by the 'Warriors of Darkness' he took into his charge. And the one called Branden had some specific priorities when it came to this type of thing.]
But in lieu of anything approaching that in this fine establishment, I can at least offer a round or two that's a step up from that.
[What the somewhat good-natured man bears in a pitcher of what constitutes the best in the house. Still piss poor beer in comparison to what you can get... well, nearly anywhere else. But better than what Geralt just scoured his throat with. The man also holds his own mug. So this gift comes with the price of company, if accepted.]