Geralt nodded, raising his glass and tilting it to look at the color, before swirling it once again. [color=crimson]"That I do,"[/color] he agreed, [color=crimson]"Although, its more of a hobby than anything."[/color] Prohibition had really been what had started Geralt's interest in alcohol of all types. He had always been a drinker, but since the early 20s he had been especially fond of speakeasies, and in fact had spent a majority of his time in them over the last ten or so years. He had been born to be a rule breaker, so when he heard the alcohol had been outlawed, he simply could not help himself.

Geralt turned back to the board as Lucien answered his question. He let his eyes linger on the photos for a moment; one was a group photo of the troupe, as he had thought, plus two extras whom he hadn't met. The others were stills of trailers, grounds, the circus' sign. Then he let his eyes move to the drawing he had seen. He moved a corner of the envelope to get a look at the whole thing, and saw Aurel's name signed in cursive in the bottom corner. So, it seemed the boy had been here since he was young. Or, at least Geralt hoped so by the state of the art. There were four figures, Aurel himself was easy to spot as he had long, light colored hair. The other was undoubtedly Lucien, a medium height person with shaggy black locks. The other two were unrecognizable, the smallest and largest figures, and both were red-heads. While the figures themselves seemed to be the work of a pre-pubescent child, the background was actually quite good and may have been beyond a child of 9 or 10 as he had originally thought. It was clear where the artist's focus was as the trees, grass, flowers, and even the birds were well-defined.

He raised an eyebrow at Lucien's question, then turned back around. His answer had been slightly intriguing as well, but proved nothing that Geralt didn't know already. He had either left France when he was an infant, or did not look as old as he actually was. Judging by the fact that he was clearly a creature of divinity, and knew the flavor of wine, Geralt guessed the latter.

He turned around at Lucien's question and leaned against the desk with his ankles and arms crossed. [color=crimson]"Oh, me? I left Germany when I was still a teenager, it's been...well, a long time."[/color] He took another sip of wine before adding, [color=crimson]"I'm glad to hear you got out of Bordeaux before the war, of course. Even more so that you harbor no ill will towards die Deutschen, not all of us are...sympathetic to the cause. Nasty business, all of that, made me ashamed to call myself a German."[/color] He said, and he meant it. Geralt had never had a fondness for war, senseless violence over boarders and territory. It was pointless bloodshed, and he wanted no part in it.

[i][color=crimson]More souls for the Lord, more dirty nasty sinners to tear and consume...[/color][/i] Geralt's lower left eyelid twitched, but only slightly.