[Wilhelm slips into the Horizon for three things: to visit friends from other factions, to listen to the music he misses having on hand, and to joyride in his Ferrari. It's a sleek machine in slick black, low to the ground and open on top. As he roars down a road of his own making, ripping through turns as fast as physics allows, an electronic beat pumps out of the speakers. In this moment, at least, he feels cool as hell.
He's not expecting to see a motorcycle up ahead, or the two roads to curve and merge into one. When the other motorist comes up alongside him, he recognizes Geralt's silver hair and broad build. Easing off the gas pedal so that Geralt has an easier time of shadowing him, Wilhelm gives him a wave and a puzzled look.]
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He's not expecting to see a motorcycle up ahead, or the two roads to curve and merge into one. When the other motorist comes up alongside him, he recognizes Geralt's silver hair and broad build. Easing off the gas pedal so that Geralt has an easier time of shadowing him, Wilhelm gives him a wave and a puzzled look.]