[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Lumbridge, Land of Adventure[/center]
[center]Lvl 3 (3/30) -> Lvl 3 (4/30)[/center]
[center]Word Count: 311 words[/center]


Geralt turned to the man who'd addressed him, giving a nod in greeting. "Geralt of Rivia. As for the swords, they're for different kinds of foes. One is steel, made for men and beasts. The second is silver, and it's used for rituals and fighting magical creatures and monsters. It can suppress the natural regeneration some of them have pretty well, actually." Geralt gave the man, Magnumus Agoston, a look over. Heavily armored and clearly built like a warrior. Not the most outlandish character he'd come across by far. If anything, he'd probably fit in among the soldiers of Nilfgaard, though that was hardly a compliment. 

As he ate, Geralt noticed some of the others receiving their rewards, as well as some kind of...objects appearing out of a series of boxes they were fiddling with. Not wanting to interrupt his meal or pry, Geralt simply kept eating his Baurun ribs and fruit salad. That is, until Tora nearly bumped into him. Turning around to look at the....thing....as it spoke, Geralt found himself a bit overwhelmed with questions. What was it? What did it eat? How did it get around on such stubby legs? Were those ear things arms?

And it was walking away and Geralt had no idea what it said beyond "Whoa!" So much for that conversation....

Oh, now it was looking at him and talking to a...little girl with huge gauntlets on her arms? This place was weird. Were they talking about him? It was possible they'd heard the rumors about him or were just curious about his swords like that Agoston fellow was. 

Not that it particularly mattered to him. They weren't bothering him, so he wouldn't bother them. He wondered if Ciri would have made friends with some of them. Probably. That girl was much friendlier than he was, somehow. Certainly wasn't anything he or Yennefer taught her....