[ His lips quirk. It is a shithole. Geralt doesn't care much where he ends up, but he has some standards. And frankly, he's not one to be around the smell of the sea much. He's far more used to the woods and mountains. ]
It's shit. [ He refills his mug, anyway, now that her delivered shots are gone. ] Would've been better off taking a bottle into the Wilde.
[ Which he might do afterwards. A walk. Clear his head, or at least find a quiet pond to drink at until the sun went up. ]
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It's shit. [ He refills his mug, anyway, now that her delivered shots are gone. ] Would've been better off taking a bottle into the Wilde.
[ Which he might do afterwards. A walk. Clear his head, or at least find a quiet pond to drink at until the sun went up. ]
Business going well?