Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20151212160707/@comment-5543592-20151218021645

Geralt finished his ale, and glanced about boredly. His thoughts of investigation had ended long ago, and he'd moved onto more mundane things, flitting from one thought to the next.

Then he remembered he had a willing, and able, woman upstairs, who would probably welcome his company. He recieved that was probably a bit unfair to think of Kay as 'just' a woman, but it was how his mind worked- there wasn't much he coulddo about that. The witchhunter slid the mug across the table, rose from his seat, and headed upstairs.

A moment later, Kay recieved a light rap on her door.