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farsickness2020-06-22 05:27 pm
thelesserevil) wrote in farsickness2020-06-22 05:27 pm
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WHO: Renfri + OPEN
WHEN: 2nd half of June
WHAT: Buying a horse. Also general poking around town, feel free to wildcard
WHERE: Gazin
After several weeks in Gazin, Renfri has pretty much convinced herself that the town is no elaborate illusion of Stregobor's. Even for him, keeping up such a large-scale illusion for weeks on end seems like too much. If nothing else, he should have tired of toying with her by now and gone for the kill.
So it looks like she has really been saved by the bell. Or something of the sort, not that she thinks she had needed saving, strictly, she'd had a plan and it would have worked just fine if everyone else played along.
Life is coming along quite nicely, while she hasn't found reliable work yet she is doing well enough by selling out her sword hand for a day here and there - she's never had much luck returning to any kind of settled, orderly life anyway, not since it was first taken from her. There's always someone needing a sword to accompany them into the forest or an innkeeper needing an extra bouncer on the busier nights, or just some hunting to be done.
She may be found poking around town, trying to learn more about the lay of the land in various taverns or talking to the merchants asking for another transport which she could escort - she wouldn't mind going back to robbing them, either, but that needs a reliable crew.
Or she can be found by the stables, getting into an ever more heated argument right there on the street with the man who had introduced himself as the town's best horse breeder and trying not to stab him.
"That's a joke, right?!" she demands, getting distinctly louder now. "Do you think I've got money to waste? That horse isn't even worth half of what you want for her!"
WHEN: 2nd half of June
WHAT: Buying a horse. Also general poking around town, feel free to wildcard
WHERE: Gazin
After several weeks in Gazin, Renfri has pretty much convinced herself that the town is no elaborate illusion of Stregobor's. Even for him, keeping up such a large-scale illusion for weeks on end seems like too much. If nothing else, he should have tired of toying with her by now and gone for the kill.
So it looks like she has really been saved by the bell. Or something of the sort, not that she thinks she had needed saving, strictly, she'd had a plan and it would have worked just fine if everyone else played along.
Life is coming along quite nicely, while she hasn't found reliable work yet she is doing well enough by selling out her sword hand for a day here and there - she's never had much luck returning to any kind of settled, orderly life anyway, not since it was first taken from her. There's always someone needing a sword to accompany them into the forest or an innkeeper needing an extra bouncer on the busier nights, or just some hunting to be done.
She may be found poking around town, trying to learn more about the lay of the land in various taverns or talking to the merchants asking for another transport which she could escort - she wouldn't mind going back to robbing them, either, but that needs a reliable crew.
Or she can be found by the stables, getting into an ever more heated argument right there on the street with the man who had introduced himself as the town's best horse breeder and trying not to stab him.
"That's a joke, right?!" she demands, getting distinctly louder now. "Do you think I've got money to waste? That horse isn't even worth half of what you want for her!"
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His eyes continue to remain big, stepping one step closer, lost in a flood of questions that he already knows he won't be able to have the answers to.
"I could as you the same," Geralt replies, looking her up and down, making sure she's not some figment of his imagination. "When did you arrive?"
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"Several weeks now," she replies, more cautious now, scrutinizing him as if she will find answers if she just looks closely enough. Too bad that's not how magic works, and if she's actually been trapped in an illusion despite her immunity to magic... Well, it would take more than a hard look to break the spell then. "How about you?" Her voice is sharper now as she tries to circle him. "How long have you been here? Have you been watching me?"