Geralt snorted. Then he grew quiet for a long moment. He finished his chore, sheathed his weapons. Sensing the wood was calm again, the katydids sang to life again, and then the whipporwhils.
"I'll look into it, if you want. No promises. It's outside my usual wheelhouse."
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Date: 2018-05-24 05:20 pm (UTC)"I'll look into it, if you want. No promises. It's outside my usual wheelhouse."