Geralt (surprisedwolf) wrote in angellogs, @ 2021-02-18 22:52:00 |
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Geralt didn't like what was happening. Anything he said the past few days had been full of truths. He even went as far as sharing some things he didnt want to when he initially meant to try and reach out to others, to see if anyone wanted to join him in some sparring or training. He knew Lambert would likely say yes, but Geralt was hoping to maybe use the opportunity to meet someone knew. He teleported back to where he first arrived. It was a wooded area where he had spent a night to sleep. His makeshift torches were still hidden in an underbrush where he'd left them incase of returning. Easily he set them up, lit them with a motion of his hand and uttering of Agni. Only once the area was better lit did he draw his sword that he brought, stowed in the sheath with his secondary. Geralt took a few swings in the air, stretching his arms out. On one of the swings, he heard branches rustling and what may have been footsteps. He paused, listening closer. "Who's there?" |