[ Geralt eyes the sword, not so much surprised to see one as he is its make: with an elegant hilt in a style he doesn't recognize. It's a contrast to his own, with its plain leather wrap.
His attention is quickly drawn away towards the portal. The gateway lets him see clear through the other side: a lush city that would've reminded him of Toussaint if not for its foreign architecture. (Looks damn clean, though.)
He glances back, nodding his thanks. ]
Geralt. [ He takes a step towards the portal. ] I'm not hard to find.
[ With that, he vanishes through—hoping it doesn't fuck up with him inside it. ]
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His attention is quickly drawn away towards the portal. The gateway lets him see clear through the other side: a lush city that would've reminded him of Toussaint if not for its foreign architecture. (Looks damn clean, though.)
He glances back, nodding his thanks. ]
Geralt. [ He takes a step towards the portal. ] I'm not hard to find.
[ With that, he vanishes through—hoping it doesn't fuck up with him inside it. ]