[ The question seems to take Sleipnir by surprise. It would be difficult to tell if Geralt were not keenly observant, but the young noble reacts with extremely, extremely mild consternation, and a slight curl of his fingers. The issue isn't deep; it's just that he's been asking himself the same question, and it chafes him to not have something witty to say in response. ]
I don't know.
[ He says this flatly, with no real intonation or sentiment behind the words. The amusement laid bare, for once. ]
It would be very amusing to say that it fled after I struck it. I did — once, and then a second time. But, nor being possessed of a corporeal form, the beast was unperturbed. I daresay it was rather unimpressed by my steel.
[ A wraith... a creature with some manner of grudge? Towards who, or what? House Harbard? Something else? ]
I can find no sense in it. [ Was there a specific thing that he did? He frowns as Harlan mends the broken skin over his chest; his eyes settle on the gleam in Geralt's catlike eyes. The young man looks younger with an almost-childish pout on his lips. ] I recall I shifted my sword stance. Perhaps that was it?
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I don't know.
[ He says this flatly, with no real intonation or sentiment behind the words. The amusement laid bare, for once. ]
It would be very amusing to say that it fled after I struck it. I did — once, and then a second time. But, nor being possessed of a corporeal form, the beast was unperturbed. I daresay it was rather unimpressed by my steel.
[ A wraith... a creature with some manner of grudge? Towards who, or what? House Harbard? Something else? ]
I can find no sense in it. [ Was there a specific thing that he did? He frowns as Harlan mends the broken skin over his chest; his eyes settle on the gleam in Geralt's catlike eyes. The young man looks younger with an almost-childish pout on his lips. ] I recall I shifted my sword stance. Perhaps that was it?