[ The tavern is twice as rundown since the storms; the windows are boarded with broken planks, the wood on some of the chairs and tables has rotted through from the excessive rain, and it would be generous to call the patrons who continue to come here questionable.
For Geralt, it remains simple enough to slide into a rickety table as if nothing's changed. People have learnt not to bother him when he's here, and in return, he leaves them to their business, so long as no blades or chairs are thrown his direction.
A jug of ale is already on the table when Steve arrives. It is a signifier of their friendship that it is a jug and not a lone tankard that Geralt has ordered for himself while leaving his companion to do as they wish. He's glad to see Steve returned to form, too; Geralt may have undergone few changes between those dreamlike years, but Steve had been...noticeably different.
Though still himself, in all the ways that counted. At least in Geralt's eyes. ]
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For Geralt, it remains simple enough to slide into a rickety table as if nothing's changed. People have learnt not to bother him when he's here, and in return, he leaves them to their business, so long as no blades or chairs are thrown his direction.
A jug of ale is already on the table when Steve arrives. It is a signifier of their friendship that it is a jug and not a lone tankard that Geralt has ordered for himself while leaving his companion to do as they wish. He's glad to see Steve returned to form, too; Geralt may have undergone few changes between those dreamlike years, but Steve had been...noticeably different.
Though still himself, in all the ways that counted. At least in Geralt's eyes. ]
You don't look too worse for wear.