I don't think we're in Temeria anymore, Toto!

[evil_isevil]

WHO: Geralt and YOU!
WHEN: 02.07 to 02.12
WHAT: Arrival and getting settled.
WHERE: Gazin/Surrounding areas.
WARNINGS: None, will update if necessary.

All in all, Geralt hadn't felt too much like a fish out of water. The places around Gazin we similar enough to the towns and settlements in his world and as impatient as he is to get out and travel, he also knows without a horse, it's more time-consuming. So, in the meantime, until the Witcher can acquire a horse, he does his best to learn about the new world he's in and keep his head low.

Which isn't always the easiest thing for Geralt to do.

[ Around Town ]

Taking a room at the inn put Geralt down in the tavern at least once a day and typically that was around dusk or in the early morning hours when most people were done eating and drinking. That was when he would study a map that he had swiped from the town hall.

When he wasn't doing that, he was scouting the outskirts of Gazin for any odd jobs. He needs a horse and at least one sword, preferably silver after hearing of some of the creatures that reside in Farsennia.

Comments

[evil_isevil]

The Witcher seems to have the same idea, though his travels find him at the gates of Gazin to do what he does best: help an older lady with her cart of freshly baked bread that slipped into a muddy rut. As Geralt accepts a loaf of rye as gratitude from the older lady, he turns to see the woman he met at the inn a couple of nights before slowly approach.

It was early and he didn't expect to be running into people even despite knowing that dawn is when every town comes alive.

After some quick fussing of the bread lady, Geralt forces a tight smile before glancing at the arsenal of weapons Cassandra has on her with a raised questioning brow.

"Good morning," he greets in his signature deep and husky voice. It may not sound all too cheerful but Geralt isn't exactly the portrait of happy most days.

[ofwovenstone]

Cassandra watches the antics with the breadcart, the fussing of the breadcart’s owner and insistence that Geralt accept a loaf of bread with a warm, fondly amused smile on her lips, her blue-grey eyes sparkling. And they only grow moreso, as he takes in her bow and sword and raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“Good morning,” she replies. “It seems we had the same idea. Mind a bit of company?” It’s evident in her voice that she won’t be hurt if he decides he’d rather not; she’s quite certain he’s not much of a company person. Neither is she, some days. So she understands. And won’t be offended if he’d rather go wandering alone.