[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]The Maw- The Depths[/center]
[center]Lvl 7 (81/70) -> Lvl 8 (82/70) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 405 words[/center]

As he departed to enter the hatch, Geralt made sure to turn and catch the nail that Kamek had sent back to him. Going it in such a small group, they'd need every advantage they could get.

Geralt was not having a good time in the vent. He was hungry, starving really, he was angry at having been kidnapped, and then at his friends having been RE-kidnapped, and this vent plan had turned out to be somewhat of a bust. There was no way to directly get to the girls that had been taken by the chefs. They kept on, however, despite the cold leeching their body heat to the point of pain and the extreme slope that sought to tumble them. 

Thankfully, at the end of their path was a hatch that they could exit from. At the same time, a bunch of mouse traps were lying in wait for them right outside that hatch. Some were baited with cheese, and others with meat. Having followed behind Mirage, there wasn't much for Geralt to do but wait as he cleared the way for them. Emerging once it was safe to do so, Geralt frowned at the sight of Mirage taking the cheese from a trap that he'd cleverly prevented from springing and killing him. 

Part of him was annoyed at Mirage for succumbing after having come so far. Part of him figured that they needed [i]somebody[/i] who wasn't running off of adrenaline, anger, spite, and fumes at this point. Part of him was even tempted to grab a piece of cheese with his nail and dig in himself. 

Still, thoughts of the various horrible ways curses could take hold against made it practically impossible to desire food at the moment. On some physical level, of course he wanted to eat. But on a deeper, psychological level, the thought of food repulsed him, knowing that it could cause him to become any manner of horrific mutated abominations. It could cause him to be stuck as a child forever. It could cause unchecked growth into a suitable meal for the chefs. Anything could happen, and it was that which kept Geralt from partaking himself. 

"I'd prefer to keep to the shadows, personally. There's only three of us and at least a dozen of them. As much as I'd love to tear a path through these whoresons, I'd rather do so once the girls are safe."