Geralt & Caroline
"I'm told that martinis go with what I'm wearing." He was smiling but he was truly baffled by the idea. "Shaken. Not stirred. Whatever that means." A cocktail guy he really wasn't.
While they waited for their drinks, he turned to look out over the ball. This thing was more fancy than the court balls he'd seen at certain castles. "This reminds me of some of the stories I've heard about the elven cities and their court functions."
Sometimes he wished he could have seen some of those, but not being human or elf, he knew he wouldn't have been allowed anywhere near them. He'd be a stain.