Geralt thought that he could perhaps use some chest on his chest; he'd always felt too drawn and sinewy, though Yennefer had never complained, not about that and not about the scars.
He watched the fire glitter off of Iron Bull's metal brace, almost in a trance for a heartbeat, before finishing up with the animals and skewering them to roast on a makeshift turnspit over the fire. Normally, Geralt preferred stew to roast, but he didn't have a pot ready -- he'd been about prepared to simply eat the animals raw, had even wanted to.
It happened, from time to time. He would even indulge in raw liver some nights while on the Path. But not so powerfully.
"Something evil is happening in the forest. It's focused on a place called Cabeswater. That's all I know. Whatever it is, it's destabilized the mutations. Changed the way they're being expressed."
He couldn't remember if he'd told Iron Bull about the mutations. If not, it didn't matter now, he supposed. He took the demijohn and tipped it back, taking a long swig.
It burned his throat on the way down. It was almost pleasant.
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Date: 2017-09-24 03:28 am (UTC)He watched the fire glitter off of Iron Bull's metal brace, almost in a trance for a heartbeat, before finishing up with the animals and skewering them to roast on a makeshift turnspit over the fire. Normally, Geralt preferred stew to roast, but he didn't have a pot ready -- he'd been about prepared to simply eat the animals raw, had even wanted to.
It happened, from time to time. He would even indulge in raw liver some nights while on the Path. But not so powerfully.
"Something evil is happening in the forest. It's focused on a place called Cabeswater. That's all I know. Whatever it is, it's destabilized the mutations. Changed the way they're being expressed."
He couldn't remember if he'd told Iron Bull about the mutations. If not, it didn't matter now, he supposed. He took the demijohn and tipped it back, taking a long swig.
It burned his throat on the way down. It was almost pleasant.