Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160602184114/@comment-5543592-20160607000002

(I am the said old devil)

The witch-hunter stared back at that speaker with a flat stare. He understood the gravity of the situation, he was no fool, but his expression had him look like he wanted to be elsewhere, that an air so thickly reeking of politics was not the one he was comfortable in.

"You are." Geralt said, his voice rough and dry. There wasn't a time when it hadn't been, in memory. "You summoned," he continued, his tone wry, "and I have obeyed."

"A-hah!" Yeomen cried, upon noticing Velaryon discovering the priest listening in. "The church!  I should have known."