whateva floats ya boat

/ @oldwolfwitcher​ starter /

Triss tapped her nails against the wooden table she was seated at, watching Geralt closely. “So, what are we here for?” She asked, looking away from him to scan the inn they were inside. Green eyes looked over every inch she could see, her right hand coming to rest over her left wrist and continue tapping. “I would hope you know, at least something, as to why we are here, Geralt.”