<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/8c88dbeaf23d01386803a3ee6cf2bf80/tumblr_mmr77lWhN11r495v5o2_250.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Conor<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kaer Morhen - Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: His armour (https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/mods/952/images/663-7-1442050519.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It seemed it had taken almost no time at all until Conor felt like he had never left, unless there were some new students back in the castle somewhere, nothing had changed. "<strong>Don't get ahead of yourself, before you know it some lumpkin will put out a contract. I can see it now, <em>Witcher needed urgently, baby giant terrorizing local girls and stealing all our booze. No pay but great experience</em>.</strong>" Worst part was if he came across it the only unusual part would be that the giant was a baby, otherwise someone may actually try something like that.<br/><br/>"<strong>We must know different refined people you and I. The <em>refined ones</em> seem worst to me. Must be the confidence that comes with having guards to throw out a vagrant mutant when they expect to be paid.</strong>" To the credit of village folk they tended to be a bit more 'fair pay for fair work' though there was no shortage of those who tried to pull a fast one or generally worm out of payment. When Arlaine made the jape about Elias's balls Conor felt a twinge of discomfort in his gut for just a moment. A worry that Elias had been warming her bed rushed through his mind for a split moment but it was gone soon as it came. It had been so long since he had been around them all he had forgotten her sense a humour, only took a moment for him to recognize what it was. That uncomfortable sensation lingered a few moments longer all the same. He was old enough and wise enough to know Arlaine was no chaste maiden but the thought of someone so close to home as it were got at him in a way he had not expected. It pushed it from his mind when she suggested they head inside. "<strong>Aye, sounds like a plan to me, lead the way.</strong>"<br/><br/>The trio started making their way into the Castle, it would be nice to have that familiar roof over his head again and it would be nice to sleep in his own bed. "<strong>If you're offering mead, I'm not saying no.</strong>" It didn't get as much use of course, unless some guest had been staying and his living space had been turned over. Not that he'd mind. It wasn't like he had a wide collection of very private and personal belongings. Aside from his horse, he was wearing just about all his most personal belongings, his swords, his armour and of course his Witcher medallion.<br/><br/>Passing through the entrance to the Keep he gave Lucrezia a polite nod of his head but immediately focused on the fact he was back<em>in</em>Kaer Morhen. That was it, he was home. Full and proper. "<strong>Bloody hell, its good to be back. Don't get me wrong, life on the Path has its joys but....home, aye?</strong>" a weight in his shoulders he had forgotten he was carrying seemed to melt away when the familiar scents of old parchment, blade oil and lit candles swept through his nostrils. His hands came up to loosen the straps that kept his swords on his back. Though their presence on his person had long since become a source of comfort, when he was home it was nice to move without the weight. Well it would be nicer when he wasn't wearing so much armour. It would be all tunics and trousers for the next few weeks.<br/><br/>Passing through the great mainhall he carried on until they came upon one of the dining tables and he dropped his mass down, swords propped up on the table side. "<strong>Now then...lets have a go at this mead.</strong>"<br/><br/>