[ Mm. No fine wines here, unfortunately. Though he could use one tonight. He's certain Yennefer has several in the cabinet at home. ]
Shame it doesn't work that way at home for a Witcher.
[ She's not wrong, though; he's noticed that, too, even despite the wariness he's faced as a Turnskin—especially close to the full moons. For the most part, the witches he's solicited have been happy to accept his wolf's teeth for their potions with few questions.
He supposes Mirrorbound are good for business. They all arrive with nothing, after all, except a handful of belongings. Shit, he's even bought furniture. With Yennefer, but still. He doesn't think he's ever so much as bought a fucking stool in his life until now. ]
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Shame it doesn't work that way at home for a Witcher.
[ She's not wrong, though; he's noticed that, too, even despite the wariness he's faced as a Turnskin—especially close to the full moons. For the most part, the witches he's solicited have been happy to accept his wolf's teeth for their potions with few questions.
He supposes Mirrorbound are good for business. They all arrive with nothing, after all, except a handful of belongings. Shit, he's even bought furniture. With Yennefer, but still. He doesn't think he's ever so much as bought a fucking stool in his life until now. ]