Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5543592-20150709144317

"Just one." The Breton said gruffly. The inn-keeper had been trying to force two pints on him, but he was having none of it.

Geralt backed away from the counter to sit down at a table and casually sipped at his pint of ale, content to watch the other patrons for entertainment. Well, he was more watching them for other reasons aside from entertainment, since he was gathering information and was looking for someone who might no something, but it served a dual purpose.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" An Imperial man had found his way over to Geralt, and was standing at his left side.

"I can't imagine you have." Geralt replied, not looking up from his drink. "If so, you've got the wrong man."

"I don't think I would mistake you anywhere, Geralt.  You were in Riften, eight years ago."

Geralt finally spared a look sideways now. "What of it?"

"Nothing.  You and the others are just quite the celebrities out there." The man explained, most likely expressing only curious interest.

Geralt wondered if this guy had a point or was just talking to talk. "That all you had to say?" Asked Geralt.

"Yeah..."

Geralt turned away, effectively ending the conversation and that was that. He had not come here to talk. Then again, he never did.