Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312014643

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: "Hey." Said Geralt. "You drink that." He pointed to the wine. "Process what I told you.  When you feel ready to talk, tell me.  I'll be sitting over there." He pointed to the benches and then proceeded to sit down on it, lean his head against the wall, and shut his eyes. Mi'Siri tasted on her own words, yet failed to fully put them into a full sentence. Her mind was a mess right now. She just wanted to get drunk and go to sleep. She had been working the entire day, and the last thing she needed was to hear the death of a beloved co-worker.

"She mentioned... something... something about..." She wrinkled her eyebrows as a confused expression fell on her face. "... something about a stalker..."