Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150903185204/@comment-5543592-20150921231714

Geralt had left Kay when she'd been thinking, relunctly departing her heading off into the darker part of the rotunda, and crouched at the base at the base of said tree, so that he was just out of sight.

"To...not get turned into a tree?" Kay offered.

"The moral of the story." Geralt replied after a moment, still in the dark. "Is that even though she hated him, he thought he did was best in the end, because he loved her." Geralt stood up now, back into view, and was steadily stepping away from the tree, turning to face Kay and returning to her, holding something in his hands.

"The oak wreath became of symbol of Stendarr's," his voice got lower as he approached. "something to protect you..." he stood close to her again, and now it was clear to see he wa holding the aforementioned wreath in his hands, which were level with their waists. "...or your loved ones." He offered it to her.