[ This is not the first time he's crossed paths (or roads, as it were) with another in a vehicle, but it remains a rare enough incident that it comes unexpected. He's usually one of the few wandering the Horizon's circumference. Most simply go from one plot of land to the next.
There's no point in trying to talk like this. Instead, Geralt nods towards a distant point—a vague invitation—and pulls ahead again, swerving to a stop on the side of the road in front. Manifested from stone and dirt, it isn't quite the smooth asphalt Wilhelm is probably familiar with.
There, he waits. Where an empty space should sit, birds chirp in the distance. A cool breeze filters through the air—the sounds of the forest following him where he goes. ]
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There's no point in trying to talk like this. Instead, Geralt nods towards a distant point—a vague invitation—and pulls ahead again, swerving to a stop on the side of the road in front. Manifested from stone and dirt, it isn't quite the smooth asphalt Wilhelm is probably familiar with.
There, he waits. Where an empty space should sit, birds chirp in the distance. A cool breeze filters through the air—the sounds of the forest following him where he goes. ]