Geralt and the others stepped out of the way as Lucien directed the carnies to taking down the mess area. Before doing so, the magician snatched up two pieces of toast and disappeared them in his grasp. He smiled over at Aurel, standing next to him and said, [color=crimson]"For the road."[/color]

As the troupe members began to disperse, Illyana stepped away from Lucien as well, saying, [color=598527]"I've got some things to wrap up as well, see you at the lake."[/color] She flashed a small smile, making sure to avoid lingering on Geralt.

The Magician had just pulled a flask out of nowhere and was just unscrewing the lid, his long dexterous fingers working at it while he held it in the same hand. He paused in this when Lucien turned toward him, and after a beat, slowly began twisting the cap back the other way. [color=crimson]"Just in the nick of time..."[/color] he chuckled and closed his fist, the flask disappearing inside of it. [color=crimson]"I wouldn't mind driving at all, if you point me in the right direction."[/color] He smiled, though it was somewhat strained.

[i][color=crimson]You best hope no one else notices the shake in your hand...the sweat on your brow...Magician.[/color][/i] The voice spat. 

It was true that Geralt's addictive personality often lead him to overindulge in vices. His dark passenger was capable of diminishing the symptoms of this abuse, but his whims were his own, and they were hardly ever happy with each other. This was his form of revenge for Geralt's passivity with the troupe at the moment. It was no matter, he had learned to ignore it over the years.