[ Having been looking around town for some sign of Geralt, Blake is more than impressed with how tight-lipped people seem to be. No one's seen him around — that's the main takeaway — but outside of making his wonder and concern incredibly obvious by asking Geralt via brain-text, he has little recourse (in an illogical world) but to track down the musical bard Blake's seen singing around town about the Witcher. ]
Hey, I'm Blake—
[ Said without preamble, he looks as if he has more to add, but upon getting close enough to offer his hand in greeting, he can't help but stutter through an unhelpful stream of oncoming thoughts. ]
You're good— Music is— You're music is— [ ... ] —good.
[ An impressive start to this conversation, no doubt, which Blake promptly wishes he could take back. He seriously considers backing out altogether, but since he lead with his name, there's probably no living this down anyway. ]
action; after Geralt goes to the gulag (I hope this is okay!!!)
Hey, I'm Blake—
[ Said without preamble, he looks as if he has more to add, but upon getting close enough to offer his hand in greeting, he can't help but stutter through an unhelpful stream of oncoming thoughts. ]
You're good— Music is— You're music is— [ ... ] —good.
[ An impressive start to this conversation, no doubt, which Blake promptly wishes he could take back. He seriously considers backing out altogether, but since he lead with his name, there's probably no living this down anyway. ]