[ Amos lifts his head at the sound of the doors opening, expecting to see Geralt. Whoever this is, it is definitely not him. They kinda have the same hair colour, and similar weirdly bright eyes, but that's about it.
He blinks. Doesn't change his posture at all, still leaning against the wall, completely unthreatened by this new person. If anything, he's acting like he's supposed to be here because, well, putting aside the part where either he or Geralt might've fucked up the time, he is. ]
I'm Amos. [ Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Kinda is, to him. He glances down at the wolf that he's never really acknowledged before, back up at this stranger. Cocks his head to the side. ] Guess Hunter's not here yet. [ His nickname for Geralt. It's unlikely he'll elaborate. ] Who're you?
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He blinks. Doesn't change his posture at all, still leaning against the wall, completely unthreatened by this new person. If anything, he's acting like he's supposed to be here because, well, putting aside the part where either he or Geralt might've fucked up the time, he is. ]
I'm Amos. [ Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Kinda is, to him. He glances down at the wolf that he's never really acknowledged before, back up at this stranger. Cocks his head to the side. ] Guess Hunter's not here yet. [ His nickname for Geralt. It's unlikely he'll elaborate. ] Who're you?