[Or like half of them at least. He hasn't kept count anyway, so he couldn't give a real number even if he wanted to.
For now, he sticks the bottle of whiskey back into one of the inner pockets of his coat and picks a direction to walk. He's spent too much time in the bar lately and it's too easy for people to just run across them there and try to join in and chat. He's not into that right now. But the riverbank shouldn't be far, and it's pleasant enough. He manages to get there without a stumble, which is lucky, and has a seat. The staff he carries his lantern on is laid down beside him with the lantern on flat ground - no toppling it, he's learned from that one - and he retrieves the bottle of whiskey and sets it out as well, then rummages in the bag slung around his shoulders for another one of those cups that's clinking around in there. He's glad he grabbed a few, though he's almost out. They've made for nice offerings, he hopes. This one he'll use for now - and he pours himself a plenty generous portion and leaves the remaining half in the bottle for Ambrose.]
Those people in your, uh, vision. You were calling them "witch hunters". What does that mean in your world?
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[Or like half of them at least. He hasn't kept count anyway, so he couldn't give a real number even if he wanted to.
For now, he sticks the bottle of whiskey back into one of the inner pockets of his coat and picks a direction to walk. He's spent too much time in the bar lately and it's too easy for people to just run across them there and try to join in and chat. He's not into that right now. But the riverbank shouldn't be far, and it's pleasant enough. He manages to get there without a stumble, which is lucky, and has a seat. The staff he carries his lantern on is laid down beside him with the lantern on flat ground - no toppling it, he's learned from that one - and he retrieves the bottle of whiskey and sets it out as well, then rummages in the bag slung around his shoulders for another one of those cups that's clinking around in there. He's glad he grabbed a few, though he's almost out. They've made for nice offerings, he hopes. This one he'll use for now - and he pours himself a plenty generous portion and leaves the remaining half in the bottle for Ambrose.]
Those people in your, uh, vision. You were calling them "witch hunters". What does that mean in your world?