[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Lumbridge, Land of Adventure[/center]
[center]Lvl 3 (2/30) -> Lvl 3 (3/30)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 449 words[/center]

Geralt found himself in content silence as the group carried on with their questing, collecting plenty of vegetables for Mina while Euden and Linkle did the same, light conversations sprinkling the time they spent. It didn't take much effort on their part, either, though it did take some time to collect everything properly and not mutilate their ingredients. 

They were met by a group of would-be-rescuers as they made their way back to Lumbridge, and Geralt was almost touched by the kind act. Until he remembered that that damned pink-hair girl had put the poor guys in that situation by letting them go without her for whatever reason she deemed important enough. He didn't make a fuss over it, but he certainly wasn't going to be thanking her for her well-meaning afterthought, either. [i]Damn kids don't understand how serious this stuff gets sometimes. Those boys'd be fish food if we had gotten there any later.[/i]

Linkle's reservations about butchering their Chocobos hardly surprised the Witcher, and he felt himself almost feeling the same. This new Roach had done him well in the short time they'd worked together, and he wasn't one to throw away a good horse....or giant bird-thing, in this case. 

They found good news at Mina's, as well, with the dragon boy asking if they could go without the Chocobo meat, to which Mina agreed. The rest of Linkle's group returned over the course of the afternoon, bringing with them the missing ingredients. Mina was delighted to have everything together for the evening's meal. Geralt found himself looking forward to it a bit more than usual, considering that his company would be a bit more than sycophants frothing at the mouth for a moment with the 'amazing' Witcher. [i]Almost rather have them call me a monster, frankly.[/i]

His good mood was hardly spoiled by the brief dark thought, however, and he found himself listening attentively to the Guild Master as he explained that their group had earned the right to take on the F-rank quest with some...interesting phrases sprinkled in here and there. He didn't bother to even try to imagine what they meant. 

He also didn't bother to worry about the lone remaining quest, a simple fight with a man named 'Ryu.' What an odd name, although he supposed he'd never met another 'Geralt' either, so perhaps he shouldn't judge. Still, Linkle seemed to be content to give him a tussle, although the man held [i]two[/i] spirits, meaning somebody else would have to fight him as well.

Still, all things considered, it was a good day. He'd killed some monsters, made some maybe-friends, and was about to sit down to a wonderful meal. 


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An enchanted trinket. Its aura curdles the blood of its wearer and loosens the blood of his foes, making it 20% harder to bleed whoever equips it but 20% easier to bleed his enemies. However, the alterations to the user's blood confer 20% decreased resistance to Blight--that is, harmful poisons and toxins[/center][/hider]