And what's the meaning of that smile on your face?
Watching Lance dispose of the corpses, even Geralt's usually cold expression seemed odd.
Any further delay, and the main force, marching rapidly, would soon arrive.
Wang Cai was the first to arrive, but Lance was so covered in filth and the reek of blood that his scent was obscured. The wolf circled him, hesitant to confirm his identity.
"Can't even recognize your own master, you mutt?" Lance scolded. Wang Cai immediately reacted, bounding forward to lick the blood from his hand.
The bloodstains on its white fur suggested it had enjoyed an appetizer on its way here.
Next came Boudica, halberd in hand and eager for a fight, only to become visibly annoyed when she found no enemies left.
"Boss, you should have brought me along for the slaughter!"
"Alright, alright. We've alerted them now. The real trouble is just beginning; you'll have plenty to cut down."
