[ Dungeons were probably the day to day sort of business that witchers had to deal with...but Strange still can't help but wrinkle his nose slightly at the thought of being stuck in a dungeon. You can't take the posh out of the man and, even though his Venice hovel looked downright like a dungeon in certain aspects it most definitely wasn't. Far less bugs, coldness, and rocks.
As Lambert leaves the hook out, Strange gladly takes it, tossing in a guess of his own. ]
Let me guess: it was the baron and his wife?
[ It had to be those two! Lambert hadn't introduced anybody else in his story and, though Strange wrote nonfiction, he still had an idea of how a proper narrative should go. (Which, of course, means it most likely won't be those two to begin with.) ]
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As Lambert leaves the hook out, Strange gladly takes it, tossing in a guess of his own. ]
Let me guess: it was the baron and his wife?
[ It had to be those two! Lambert hadn't introduced anybody else in his story and, though Strange wrote nonfiction, he still had an idea of how a proper narrative should go. (Which, of course, means it most likely won't be those two to begin with.) ]