[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Lumbridge[/center]
[center]Lvl 2 (0/20) -> Lvl 2 (2/20)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 818 words[/center]
[center][@DracoLunaris] [@Gentlemanvaultboy] [@ProPro][/center]

Geralt's eyebrow rose about as high as it could go when 'BOWSER, THE KOOPA KING' responded. Why was it that he [i]always[/i] found himself working with the most....boisterous personalities? Cutting off that line of thought, he responded to the 'King' with a nod. "Aye. Know her a bit. Not overly friendly, mind, but I've done my share of supply runs for her. Bagged some deer and rabbit here and there. It's a living, and I get my choice of cut when I order there, no extra charge." Looking over the two so-called minions that Bowser had motioned to, Geralt gave an appraising look. 

The girl looked like she would be more at home as an inn wench than a minion, but a closer inspection allowed him to spot a pattern he'd noticed in some of these 'Legendary Heroes': the hair, the ears, the clothes, the rustic look about her. Sure, she seemed a bit young, but those Four Sword boys were a damn sight younger than her, and they did some serious work when they went out. And it wasn't like he didn't notice how those ears tapered off. He suspected they had some kind of elf blood in them, giving them a bit of extra longevity and youthfulness to them. He smirked a bit when he saw her crossbows as well. Oh, this girl had taste. He could only wonder how the hell she reloaded those things, though....unless she had extra hands hiding somewhere.

Ignoring the thought, he turned his eye to the man with her. Internally, he was screaming. Every instinct in him told him that this man was [i]trouble.[/i] He had an air about him that spoke to his lethality, and his thoughts were nearly inscrutable. Was he just a common bandit who'd gotten lucky once or twice, or was he more like a force of nature, something you simply couldn't fight?

It was like looking in a mirror, in a way. Somebody forced into a life of hardship, battle and struggle, only to become stronger for it. Again and again and again, killing and scavenging just to survive another day. He was sure that if he saw underneath that coat of his, there'd be plenty of scars to find. He wondered if the other man had ever been killed, idly, but dismissed the thought. How ridiculous would that be, two men who'd been as good as killed, only to come back later?

Finally, he gave this 'King Koopa' a good look. He hoped that 'Koopas', whatever they were, made him king because he was the biggest. If not, he did [i]not[/i] what to encounter others of that kind. Man had to be at least a dozen feet tall, easily. The shell looked like it'd cut you for looking at it wrong, and each of those claws could probably punch a hole through his chain mail with a solid enough hit. The clothes were odd, but when you looked like that, it didn't really matter if your choice in clothing was fashionable or practical, was it? You just did what you wanted and anybody who argued with it got batted into a wall. 

"So I could show you to her. Even pitch in on the job, if you'd like." Turning again to Linkle, Geralt shook his head. "He's not south, no. If we run into him, I'd be more surprised than you all would, I imagine." Best not to give too much information up, lest these folks be the sort to hunt down a 'rabid monster' at the first sign of life. He hated the sort. Always so quick to jump into action when there could be some glory or treasure involved, but just as quick to turn their heads and walk away as soon as things got a bit complicated. Skelligers were his favorite people for just that reason: they fought for plenty of reasons, coin and honor just being two. 

The more he thought about it, the better this idea sounded: he could pick their brains about where they'd been, what they'd done, who'd they seen. And if he was lucky, he might get some information on Ciri or Yennefer. Meanwhile, he could try to squeeze in a bit of extra work, and...wait...he gave a sniff, and his nose wrinkled as his eyes widened. [i]Oh. That's...that's going to come in handy.[/i]

His nose worked again. Actually, now that he looked around, things seemed...more serene. Calmer. [i]Slower.[/i] His senses were coming back to him. Giving a test sniff, Geralt nodded. "Well, we're burning daylight now. Let's head over to Mina's, find out exactly what it is she needs." Gesturing to the exit of the Guild Hall, Geralt started to lead. "Shouldn't be too difficult to get what she needs. Just take some time, is all."

For once, things might have actually been going well. That was probably bad news.