Geralt would sympathize - but this isn't the dream, and it smells like blood and death over here already. He strongly suspects someone's already dead, probably the absent trader, and that's got the potential to be a devastating problem for the diplomatic proceedings. What happens if they lock the city down, and the diplomats can't get back to Aefenglom? No. Geralt has to at least try to juggle damage control.
He gives Berserker a look he hopes is fortifying as he goes.
"We can do this because we have to," he says quietly to Waver. Shit, he even smells drugged. Geralt lets part of his mind analyze what could have caused this kind of reaction, and focuses on shuffling him to where he knows an exit is. Some of the stalls have been re-arranged, this place a labyrinth intended on keeping the disapproving out (and recently, the guests). He ends up with one of the released monsters trailing them, split off from the group and relieved to have a witch to obey. Geralt looks over his shoulder and tries for eye contact with Berserker so he knows where another one's gone.
Meanwhile: the Resistance witch tilts her head to listen to Berserker, playing her part as a cold-hearted asshole who owns sentient beings well, though anyone with keen senses will be able to smell the nervous sweat on her. "Thank you. I will collect him," she says. We'll call her Ygraine. She casts a frosty look at the enforcer. "Do you mind letting me proceed? Or will you not start interviewing the people in the neighboring stalls to see who let them all go? If you think I won't be filing a complaint, you're mistaken."
He's not happy about that, but he lets her go, all the while watching closely. Ygraine hustles as best she can while maintaining an apparently calm demeanor, one hand clenched tensely against her abdomen. "Keep an eye on everyone," she says quietly. "Make sure that prick doesn't try to order anyone around." And now, darting into the alley to get the chimera.
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He gives Berserker a look he hopes is fortifying as he goes.
"We can do this because we have to," he says quietly to Waver. Shit, he even smells drugged. Geralt lets part of his mind analyze what could have caused this kind of reaction, and focuses on shuffling him to where he knows an exit is. Some of the stalls have been re-arranged, this place a labyrinth intended on keeping the disapproving out (and recently, the guests). He ends up with one of the released monsters trailing them, split off from the group and relieved to have a witch to obey. Geralt looks over his shoulder and tries for eye contact with Berserker so he knows where another one's gone.
Meanwhile: the Resistance witch tilts her head to listen to Berserker, playing her part as a cold-hearted asshole who owns sentient beings well, though anyone with keen senses will be able to smell the nervous sweat on her. "Thank you. I will collect him," she says. We'll call her Ygraine. She casts a frosty look at the enforcer. "Do you mind letting me proceed? Or will you not start interviewing the people in the neighboring stalls to see who let them all go? If you think I won't be filing a complaint, you're mistaken."
He's not happy about that, but he lets her go, all the while watching closely. Ygraine hustles as best she can while maintaining an apparently calm demeanor, one hand clenched tensely against her abdomen. "Keep an eye on everyone," she says quietly. "Make sure that prick doesn't try to order anyone around." And now, darting into the alley to get the chimera.