[ Uh-huh. There's enough liquor in him that Geralt's checked out of the conversation by now. The slip in demeanor brings nothing of note to him because men are men, and underneath whatever they propose drives their heart, they're all the same. He has little doubt much of the Circle thought they were doing something good with their experiments. Saving the world from the Cwyld with the knowledge they hoped to gain. A noble cause.
He doesn't want an apology. He's hardly slept and he wants to be left alone. Which doesn't seem to be happening, despite him telling the man to fuck off, seeing as he's now being asked his name. Does he need to be any clearer? Should he write it out?
Ardbert is met with a flat expression and an even flatter reply. ]
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He doesn't want an apology. He's hardly slept and he wants to be left alone. Which doesn't seem to be happening, despite him telling the man to fuck off, seeing as he's now being asked his name. Does he need to be any clearer? Should he write it out?
Ardbert is met with a flat expression and an even flatter reply. ]
No.