Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160626032211/@comment-24736819-20160630015338

"Preacher, if you regurgitated your guts out with the ship anchored, I can't even imagine what will happen when we start sailing.", Jorunn remarked, "Trust me, it is either hammered or painting the deck with your last supper."

The nord occult detective listened and watched carefully his surroundings, all that secrecy and lack of information annoyed him a bit and the fact that they were bringing along a group of mercenaries carrying explosives was indeed troublesome.

Yet, the thing that drawed his attention the most was the one called Lyneas. The dunmer's chat with the white-haired breton was intriguing, to say the least. Jorunn heard of the witchhunter several times through his journeys before they met eachother, investigating an apparition almost 20 years ago.

"You look the same, Geralt.", the nord approached the breton once he parted from the inquisitive dunmer.