Welcome to being a witcher, hope you manage to live to a slightly old age before you're terribly mauled by some sort of nasty griffin or something like that.
[ Strange gives Lambert a small little sarcastic smile as he pours himself a bit more wine. The effects of the White Gull are already starting to hit him, as his movements are a bit more careless than usual--Strange almost sloshes some of the wine on the floor but catches himself in time. Once he's poured the wine, he gestures for Lambert to hand the flask over. ]
Tell me one of your stories. I've heard plenty about your world but not so much about you. What sort of monsters have you faced?
[ He's not even bothering to hide the curiosity in his voice. He likes his world. He likes Arabella and some of the people back in England. But Strange has to admit that he sees the appeal of Lambert's lifestyle. Wandering the world, getting back to nature, he can see the appeal. It's a tad romantic, minus the blood and guts and stabbing, of course. ]
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[ Strange gives Lambert a small little sarcastic smile as he pours himself a bit more wine. The effects of the White Gull are already starting to hit him, as his movements are a bit more careless than usual--Strange almost sloshes some of the wine on the floor but catches himself in time. Once he's poured the wine, he gestures for Lambert to hand the flask over. ]
Tell me one of your stories. I've heard plenty about your world but not so much about you. What sort of monsters have you faced?
[ He's not even bothering to hide the curiosity in his voice. He likes his world. He likes Arabella and some of the people back in England. But Strange has to admit that he sees the appeal of Lambert's lifestyle. Wandering the world, getting back to nature, he can see the appeal. It's a tad romantic, minus the blood and guts and stabbing, of course. ]