Geralt glanced over to Lucien's trailer as he indicated and his wicked smile spread further across his lips. He was sure this was done strategically, its exactly what he would have done if the shoe had been on the other foot. He'd want to keep an eye on himself too.

He nodded and then looked back to Lucien, [color=crimson]"Ah, how fortuitous...I'm sure we will make quite compatible neighbors. I'm not much for sleep, so while I am late to bed, I can be quick to...rise, if the occasion calls for it."[/color] He tiled his head, and there was a pause as he searched the Frenchman's face for a reaction.

After a beat, he brought his hand out from behind his back, which was now clutching the neck of a wine bottle. [color=crimson]"I believe you assented to sharing a glass tonight, nein?"[/color] He shook the bottle gently so they could both hear the liquid sloshing inside.

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Illyana shook her head at Ivory's question, her face tight with concern. [color=598527]"No, I haven't had the chance yet. I will tomorrow morning, provided he's alone. I don't want 'Geralt the Great' to know we're on to him just yet, we have to be careful. I get the feeling that as soon as he senses us looking into him, he'll be even more secretive." [/color]

At Aurel's question, her mouth pulled up on one corner and she bit her lip as she tried to visualize what she had seen. [color=598527]"It's hard to say...it looked...I don't know, like it was too big for him, and too dark. It looked like it might have had...eyes?"[/color] She said, straining her memory. She was trying to slow that moment down in her head and get a better look at it, but it was difficult for her, especially given her slight exhaustion. [color=598527]"I could just tell,"[/color] she said after a pause, [color=598527]"It wasn't his."[/color]