[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Limsa Lominscuttle Town [/center]
[center]Lvl 9 (78/90) -> Lvl 9 (79/90) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 681 words[/center]

Nadia's awkward response to his rather pointed stare was a bit surprising, given her apparent easygoing nature, but Geralt supposed it made sense since he'd noticed how awkward she and the Ace had been around each other in general. He hadn't meant to intimidate her (Which he assumed by the body language she was giving off), but nonetheless gave a smaller, more comforting smile, and nodded. He wasn't looking to piss off Ace, either. He knew the guy was generally pretty easy to deal with, but romance made men act rashly. 

Following Nadia's attention to the two, he shook his head. "Rich folk tend to get strange. Not sure what she means by 'orbital strike cannon', but it sounds like nothing good." With that, he parted from the pair, rejoining Yennefer with a nod. "Not sure she got the message exactly, but I want to find out what the hell happened later." 

Yennefer just rolled her eyes. Geralt, still playing the hero as always. "Mmm, of course, dear." She'd probably rather he mind his business and let her find him to ask what the hell he was up to on her own, but she knew the pain in the ass Witcher she'd come to love too well to even imagine that happening. He'd get some idea in his head and follow it to its conclusion. While it was certainly helpful for hunting monsters and solving mysteries, she was sure, it was a source of frustration for when he was ferreting out people's secrets. He had the strangest sense of others' privacy, where it almost seemed arbitrary the point where he'd drop some personal matter rather than continue to force himself into something. 

Still, he was good at what he did, and it's not like she expected this to go anywhere terrible. If it ended up making things awkward, she'd intervene. "Just don't upset her lover overly much, I'd rather you not have to fistfight your friends over a misunderstanding." 

Grunting, Geralt nodded. That was probably the worst-case scenario, though it'd be easily resolved by either explaining the reason he needed to drag his new-maybe-lover aside for a private chat, [i]or[/i] he could play the "I'm almost 100 years old and she looks like a child to me, this definitely isn't what you think it is" card. 

Ace didn't know him well enough to know it would be total bullshit, either. Thankfully, his lecherous reputation hadn't followed him here. 

As the group began to meander their way towards the restaurant they'd be eating at, Geralt kept an eye out on Nadia and Ace, the question itching in the back of his mind. Most likely, she wound up in a rough part of the town on her own, and got into a fight with some less-than-savory folks. Given Galeem's influence, however, it most likely ended in a bloodbath with Nadia as the sole survivor. What Geralt was concerned about was the town's guard force finding out and making it into an issue. As much as they seemed to praise the Seekers for helping to end the war, they might not take kindly to one of their own killing a bunch of people and then running from the scene. 

It wouldn't be his first time having to explain away a small massacre, though, and it wouldn't be the last. People were quick to make decisions they couldn't back up, even five-to-one. Running away tended not to help things, especially when the locals weren't entirely sure how things escalated. 

Once they were all seated, Geralt tried to get Nadia's attention before excusing himself to the restrooms, waiting in a side corridor near the aforementioned spot for Nadia. "Just going to be blunt about it." He said when she joined him. "You *reek* of blood, and it isn't your own. Want to make sure we're not making any enemies here we don't need. Not trying to blackmail you or anything, just wanna know what happened." Once he got her side of the story, he could try and see what would be the best next step.