[ Geralt heads towards the baths, the ones closest to their room. Honing in on his elite Witcher senses, Geralt can see exactly what Jaskier is up to in there. He sees the clothes and towels, the fruits, and honestly, he smiles for a moment, before straightening his face and entering the room.
Standing there, mud caked all up his legs and hips, green and yellow goo splattered across his torso and face, some kind of monster blood perhaps? His hair was a tangled mess, almost black really. Dropping a length of rope he'd tied into a hoop at his feet, the heads of what looked like boggles or goblins threaded through it. ]
What? Don't look at me like that.
[ He needs supplies for his bombs and oils and potions you know! ]
Action!
Standing there, mud caked all up his legs and hips, green and yellow goo splattered across his torso and face, some kind of monster blood perhaps? His hair was a tangled mess, almost black really. Dropping a length of rope he'd tied into a hoop at his feet, the heads of what looked like boggles or goblins threaded through it. ]
What? Don't look at me like that.
[ He needs supplies for his bombs and oils and potions you know! ]