Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5543592-20150311233854

"No." Said Geralt. He pulled off the lamb-skin glove and left it on the table. Some arcane fire erupted from his hand to sterilize his tweezers. This wasn't the most bizarre thing he had seen. Spriggans left some particularly mangled bodies in their wake. This man wasn't used to gruesome things like this, so Geralt understood his weakness.

"Now, I need your census records." Stated Geralt, wiping his hands on a nearby rag.