Geralt of Rivia is typically a calm guy, though he is also often grumpy and finding himself in an unknown place by way of unknown means is only adding to his irritation. Not to mention he's without either of his swords and that alone leaves him feeling not particularly friendly if someone else happens to be close-by and wanting to chat.
Amber eyes look ahead and then slowly move behind him, sure he would spot the leftovers of an active portal which would solve the puzzle of how he got there. But spotting the violet-eyed sorceress, who might still be mad at him for his last wish, wasn't much of a success. He didn't even have a horse. Well, not yet, anyway.
Letting out a long, deep, grumbly sigh, Geralt starts his walk towards the city where he hopes to get some answers.
05. Celebration
The longer Geralt is there, the more he could close his eyes and imagine himself in Novigrad or Vizima, giving a sense of familiarity in a small way. He's spent the last few days since arriving quietly getting to know the area, listening in on conversations that have to do with "pest" control and the odd regaling of a patron's tale of when he came face to face with a monster! It was one of the better tales he'd heard, but it still made his eyes roll.
When the music picked up and the celebration began, Geralt remained in his corner, drinking his pitcher of ale while looking every bit the part of someone who wanted to be left alone. Of course, that didn't stop some of the females from wandering over...
Geralt of Rivia | The Witcher (Netflix)
Geralt of Rivia is typically a calm guy, though he is also often grumpy and finding himself in an unknown place by way of unknown means is only adding to his irritation. Not to mention he's without either of his swords and that alone leaves him feeling not particularly friendly if someone else happens to be close-by and wanting to chat.
Amber eyes look ahead and then slowly move behind him, sure he would spot the leftovers of an active portal which would solve the puzzle of how he got there. But spotting the violet-eyed sorceress, who might still be mad at him for his last wish, wasn't much of a success. He didn't even have a horse. Well, not yet, anyway.
Letting out a long, deep, grumbly sigh, Geralt starts his walk towards the city where he hopes to get some answers.
05. Celebration
The longer Geralt is there, the more he could close his eyes and imagine himself in Novigrad or Vizima, giving a sense of familiarity in a small way. He's spent the last few days since arriving quietly getting to know the area, listening in on conversations that have to do with "pest" control and the odd regaling of a patron's tale of when he came face to face with a monster! It was one of the better tales he'd heard, but it still made his eyes roll.
When the music picked up and the celebration began, Geralt remained in his corner, drinking his pitcher of ale while looking every bit the part of someone who wanted to be left alone. Of course, that didn't stop some of the females from wandering over...