onlymiracle:
How tendious the night would have been if this man did not come along, that is beyond Bern’s imagination. He is right, however; upon the sight of him alone many of the local folk would resign without a second thought, preferring to retreat to a safe line of the observers and cheer with the victorious side - rather than standing to this small battle themselves. Bern never could. ‘ My, I see I should not disappoint you, then. Very well. ‘ Offered the glass of wine, she settles down on the chair before it and waits for the nameless opponent to join her, before properly reaching for the drink. Even at this point she is curious how courageous he must be; whether it is a strong liquor they are to begin with, or a lighter one, meant to provide them with a warm-up. ‘ The stakes? – ‘
He would grin a little when the woman accepted his challenge && sat herself down onto the chair right across of him. this liquid wasn’t light, not at all. as he didn’t plan on making it a l o n g game. Geralt would take the mug into his hand, his fingers tightly around it as he took a big gulp from his glass, till the last drop. it was h e r turn, but apparently she wanted to know the states. An even bigger smile curled on his lips, && in the meantime he refilled his own glass with the same STRONG liquid. “. first... one drink, before i reveal it .”
the white-haired male waited patiently, folding his hands together while looking at her. he had only heard rumours about the woman in front of him, && the many names she was given; DOVAHKIIN and dragonborn. “. && trust me, it’s not... w e i r d, if you think that .“
