[ Unusually dark streets or not, Geralt has always preferred lingering in the lower levels where the streets aren't so pristine and the buildings not so brightly lit. It still isn't anywhere close to what he's familiar with, but it's closer. Fewer people bother him in this area, too; even less so now that the lights have all gone out.
There are bobbing lanterns here and there in the distance. It's more than enough to let his eyes cut through the darkness, so he hasn't bothered getting one of his own. Instead, the only thing he's got with him while he walks is a bottle of beer.
He's planning on a quiet time alone when he thinks he hears someone entering the alley behind him. He pauses, still. A light out of the corner of his eye shines. He considers ignoring it, but in the end, he turns around. If nothing else, he wants to know who's bothering to go down these alleyways.
A woman, apparently. He studies her. He can't hear the flutter of a heartbeat of someone who's where they shouldn't be in the dark. ] If you need directions, I don't have a map.
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There are bobbing lanterns here and there in the distance. It's more than enough to let his eyes cut through the darkness, so he hasn't bothered getting one of his own. Instead, the only thing he's got with him while he walks is a bottle of beer.
He's planning on a quiet time alone when he thinks he hears someone entering the alley behind him. He pauses, still. A light out of the corner of his eye shines. He considers ignoring it, but in the end, he turns around. If nothing else, he wants to know who's bothering to go down these alleyways.
A woman, apparently. He studies her. He can't hear the flutter of a heartbeat of someone who's where they shouldn't be in the dark. ] If you need directions, I don't have a map.