[ Geralt gets no response; Clive will be there before noon, in fact, at a tavern they both know well. He's chosen a seat on the fringes, away from the rest of the crowd. Thorne has him rightfully paranoid, but he doesn't want the citizens to really hear them, either.
He looks up from his mug as the chair scrapes, lifting his shoulder in a shrug with a wry smile on his face. He waves the waitress over for Geralt as he speaks, wrapping both hands around the mug as she makes her way over. ]
And gladly so. Though I think Dan Heng may miss the horns.
[ He takes a drink, motioning to Geralt as he continues. ] I see your eyes haven't returned properly.
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He looks up from his mug as the chair scrapes, lifting his shoulder in a shrug with a wry smile on his face. He waves the waitress over for Geralt as he speaks, wrapping both hands around the mug as she makes her way over. ]
And gladly so. Though I think Dan Heng may miss the horns.
[ He takes a drink, motioning to Geralt as he continues. ] I see your eyes haven't returned properly.