Geralt gave the meat another turn, and the held a hand out to Bull for the demijohn of liquor.
"Selected?"
That was a way to put it. Geralt arched a flat eyebrow at the Bull. It was not, maybe, any of his damn business, but he was already feeling booze-warm and there was nothing to occupy him out in the forest except his own rancid thoughts that night.
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Date: 2017-09-24 04:35 am (UTC)"Selected?"
That was a way to put it. Geralt arched a flat eyebrow at the Bull. It was not, maybe, any of his damn business, but he was already feeling booze-warm and there was nothing to occupy him out in the forest except his own rancid thoughts that night.