[ ...Rather serious of him, no? Geralt seems much less inclined to treat this as a laughing matter than the man who has actually found his relatives murdered by this mysterious creature in the night. Then again, most things are a laughing matter to Sleipnir, and lots of people do not appreciate his sense of humor in Ishgard, so the young nobleman decides to put his japes and jabs to rest for now.
Briskly, he leads Geralt down a corridor and up a short set of stairs. This is to take him, of course, to the late Lord Alfr's quarters. Sleipnir opens the wooden door to the suite and gestures inward like a manservant, with another pleasant smile. ]
After you.
[ The room is nice enough, with a bed and a good set of shelves, if rather sparse in decor — such is the way of life on the Ishgardian front. Sleipnir doubts Geralt will mind. Most signs that a man was brutally maimed in the room have been scrubbed and cleaned away by now, though of course there's room for Geralt to find something the servants missed, with those bright golden eyes of his. ]
Your meals will be furnished thrice daily, all equipment and expenses paid for by the House. As I have nothing better to do, and Alfr is too dead to play a lively round of backgammon — [ okay, maybe he can't quite lay the jokes to rest ] — I will be on hand to assist with whatever you may need in your... hunt.
[ A slight bow. ]
Ever at your service! Think of me as your hound, if you wish.
[ That being said, when he straightens, he does lay his hand to rest on the sword that has been politely tucked into his waist sash this whole time. ]
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Briskly, he leads Geralt down a corridor and up a short set of stairs. This is to take him, of course, to the late Lord Alfr's quarters. Sleipnir opens the wooden door to the suite and gestures inward like a manservant, with another pleasant smile. ]
After you.
[ The room is nice enough, with a bed and a good set of shelves, if rather sparse in decor — such is the way of life on the Ishgardian front. Sleipnir doubts Geralt will mind. Most signs that a man was brutally maimed in the room have been scrubbed and cleaned away by now, though of course there's room for Geralt to find something the servants missed, with those bright golden eyes of his. ]
Your meals will be furnished thrice daily, all equipment and expenses paid for by the House. As I have nothing better to do, and Alfr is too dead to play a lively round of backgammon — [ okay, maybe he can't quite lay the jokes to rest ] — I will be on hand to assist with whatever you may need in your... hunt.
[ A slight bow. ]
Ever at your service! Think of me as your hound, if you wish.
[ That being said, when he straightens, he does lay his hand to rest on the sword that has been politely tucked into his waist sash this whole time. ]