Egon breathed out through his nose, his eyes slowly closing to hide his annoyance, before he opened them again and took a seat at the table with Geralt. Who knows how long they would be on this island, if he decided to stay. Egon turned his head to look up at Anfrih, scooting over on the bench before he flicked his eyes down to the seat next to him. "I'm sorry we weren't in time for you to see your friend with Geralt." He hoped she would take his hint and come sit down next to him.
The witcher was also beginning to relax a little, the tension he had been holding from their little argument a few nights ago had almost completely disappeared. However, he wasn't excited at the idea of being stuck on this island for an undetermined amount of him, but he knew with Anfrih being so close to seeing Verris again, he was sure she wouldn't agree to leave with him until she saw the girl at least once. Egon wasn't even sure he could ask her to do that, so he made a promise to himself to at least stay patient for a little while.
"Do you know how long you might be waiting here?" Egon frowned, turning his attention to Geralt. He leaned his elbow on the table as he stared a hole into his friend's head, knowing damn well Geralt shouldn't be feeding into this destiny talk. He wouldn't actually open his mouth and say that, though. The last thing he wanted was to piss off both Anfrih and Geralt. "Perhaps in the meantime, we can still find some work around here." He crossed his arms over his chest before looking around the tavern. If he would be staying here, he would need money to drink on.
@ katahdin
The witcher was also beginning to relax a little, the tension he had been holding from their little argument a few nights ago had almost completely disappeared. However, he wasn't excited at the idea of being stuck on this island for an undetermined amount of him, but he knew with Anfrih being so close to seeing Verris again, he was sure she wouldn't agree to leave with him until she saw the girl at least once. Egon wasn't even sure he could ask her to do that, so he made a promise to himself to at least stay patient for a little while.
"Do you know how long you might be waiting here?" Egon frowned, turning his attention to Geralt. He leaned his elbow on the table as he stared a hole into his friend's head, knowing damn well Geralt shouldn't be feeding into this destiny talk. He wouldn't actually open his mouth and say that, though. The last thing he wanted was to piss off both Anfrih and Geralt. "Perhaps in the meantime, we can still find some work around here." He crossed his arms over his chest before looking around the tavern. If he would be staying here, he would need money to drink on.
@ katahdin
January 25th, 2020 at 05:01am