[ Lambert shakes his head and grins back -- and this close, his teeth are much noticeably sharper than any human's, and wickedly pointed. Fangs would be most appropriate, more a beast than a man. Rather than clarify, though, he'll reach for something at his belt, a vial wth a bright orange liquid he waves at Allen before writing another question in the dirt. ]
How human are you? [ He stares at him expectantly. Clearly, a lot hinges on his answer to that. An ordinary human would die from consuming witcher potions, but he's pretty certain this kid isn't human. ]
that icon tho
How human are you? [ He stares at him expectantly. Clearly, a lot hinges on his answer to that. An ordinary human would die from consuming witcher potions, but he's pretty certain this kid isn't human. ]