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“There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale”

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[ That's fine, so long as she doesn't seem to mind. People like his Witcher gear, something about a man in a uniform, or something like that?

Ren looks good in her lounging clothes, they're tight, show off her figure and muscles and that deep-set scar on her thigh he noticed when they were fighting. He takes a moment to look her over before stepping inside and glancing about. ]

I'll remember that for next time.

[ Presumtious enough to assume there will be a next time. ]

Rowan? Hmm... This s'pose to be a secret meeting?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Ain't nothing to be secretive about it. [Ren laughs as she closes the door behind him.] Rowan's....my...let's call 'em a cousin 'nd they sleep 'cross the hall. But they're also a nosey git when the mood strikes them.

[Since the last time they'd met Ren had gained another tattoo; a stylised stag head on her her left inner wrist to match the knotwork band on her right arm. Both distinctly Celtic in style and form.

The room was of the same ilk as most of them but done out in the spring pastels - the dressing table currently being used as a weapon stand.]

I never bother lockin' the door. Anyone dumb enough t'steal from me would get what's comin' to them. [Frankly they'd be lucky to make it out alive.] 'Course, that's t'say nothing of lockin' people in to keep them from escapin' easily. [She said, with a pointed smirk.]

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Hmm, I think I understand.

[ So, there was something unusual about this Rowan character too? Geralt would have to check them out, he was keen to meet and learn about those not exactly human here. Still, it was rude to speculate and Ren hadn't opened up about what she was, so he wouldn't ask. No harm no foul.

Looking around the room as he strolled about, touching a finger across all the pretty weapons she had gathered, not that he was called her to admire those, so he soon turned his back on them and instead focused on Ren. ]

Oh? Locking me in now are we? Think I could fight my way out if need be.

[ Spoken with humor in his tone, taking a few pointed steps towards her, something devious in his eyes. ]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

It ain't important. [They didn't need to be wasting valuable fucking energy on thinking. Not at this hour.

There were two hatchets, a two handed axe and several small daggers and throwing knives all sat on the vanity. All razor sharp. She did work at the forge after all and being an ahroun she was well versed in weapons maintenance.

Ren surveyed him with amusement, leaning with her back against the door. She wouldn't stop him if he was serious about leaving but this seemed to be in good fun.]

Depends. Y'tryin to escape?