"Mmm," Geralt said, and moved to spin the turnspit over the fire. The fat was already crackling. It smelled gorgeous, and Geralt kept himself from simply taking them off and starting in on his meal immediately.
"Thought that was what I was picking up. Draconid. Maybe the rumors were truer than you imagined. Maybe not."
Geralt shifted in his seat, leaned back against the trunk of the maple tree overhead.
"Manticore," he said, "For strength, and resistance to poison. Bruxa, for their magic. Forktail, a type of wyvern. Who knows why, they've got a lot of mean qualities. Those were the basics, the ones they administered to all the boys in the Wolf School."
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Date: 2017-09-24 04:10 am (UTC)"Thought that was what I was picking up. Draconid. Maybe the rumors were truer than you imagined. Maybe not."
Geralt shifted in his seat, leaned back against the trunk of the maple tree overhead.
"Manticore," he said, "For strength, and resistance to poison. Bruxa, for their magic. Forktail, a type of wyvern. Who knows why, they've got a lot of mean qualities. Those were the basics, the ones they administered to all the boys in the Wolf School."