Geralt paused, nearly a wince, when Nina asked him if he needed help. She was sweet and kind, in cruel contrast to the dirty alleyways and the stench of dead blood. Nobody in the North would have asked if a witcher needed help. They most certainly didn't need it, with their unnatural abilities, and furthermore, most would consider they wouldn't deserve it. They were freaks, their burden was their own.
"No," he answered. He walked on.
It wasn't far to the sea, as he'd said. He moved with inhuman silence, even with the weight on his shoulder. He stuck to the deepest shadows he could find, moved through the backalleys like a white and black wraith.
Once they reached the surf, he dropped his cargo, grisly as it might be, and dug through the pack at his hip for a thick steel chain, weights at one end.
"So. Inej is safe, and well as she can be. How about you, Nina?"
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Date: 2017-09-17 04:25 am (UTC)"No," he answered. He walked on.
It wasn't far to the sea, as he'd said. He moved with inhuman silence, even with the weight on his shoulder. He stuck to the deepest shadows he could find, moved through the backalleys like a white and black wraith.
Once they reached the surf, he dropped his cargo, grisly as it might be, and dug through the pack at his hip for a thick steel chain, weights at one end.
"So. Inej is safe, and well as she can be. How about you, Nina?"