[ Geralt shrugs, glancing around at the revelry that surrounds him. He's used to standing apart, but he doesn't stand out nearly as much in this crowd as he's used to, even with his unnatural white hair and yellow eyes. ]
Find work, I suppose. Until I can find some way back to my own world. I have pressing business there.
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Find work, I suppose. Until I can find some way back to my own world. I have pressing business there.