A figure waves to Geralt in the street from a nearby bench, cloaked and hooded. It works surprisingly well to keep her unseen, and for the last week or two Eivor had found it paid to be as inconspicuous as possible; word had gotten around about her proposed, if aborted raid on Celliwig and while no one was overtly hostile, the vikingr found it paid to be a little inconspicuous, at least until things died down. People tended to have short memories about this sort of thing anyway.
But that unusual mop of shaggy white hair is distinctive enough to catch her attention as Geralt passes. Rising from the bench and throwing back the hood, Eivor approaches him, clapping him on the back. "It is good to see you!" Leg seems to have healed up nicely too. "Are you on pressing business?"
Wild Card! We're goin' drinkin', lads!
A figure waves to Geralt in the street from a nearby bench, cloaked and hooded. It works surprisingly well to keep her unseen, and for the last week or two Eivor had found it paid to be as inconspicuous as possible; word had gotten around about her proposed, if aborted raid on Celliwig and while no one was overtly hostile, the vikingr found it paid to be a little inconspicuous, at least until things died down. People tended to have short memories about this sort of thing anyway.
But that unusual mop of shaggy white hair is distinctive enough to catch her attention as Geralt passes. Rising from the bench and throwing back the hood, Eivor approaches him, clapping him on the back. "It is good to see you!" Leg seems to have healed up nicely too. "Are you on pressing business?"