Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20151212160707/@comment-5543592-20160111040253

Geralt had watched the whole thing unflinchingly, his gaze cold.

When the alchemists lay dead he tentaively stepped forward, drawing his sword, and poked one of the corpses with the tip of his sword, sticking the blade inside the empty robe and lifting the fabric up.

"Hmtp." He grunted.