"Amanda."
"Geralt."
Roger and Amanda spoke simultaneously.
The so-called association was loose, but they had more or less heard each other's names. Amanda naturally had no reason to hide her identity.
As for Roger...
He always felt that introducing himself as Geralt in such a situation carried a better flair.
"I've heard of your name, the beautiful Miss Amanda." Muska forced what he thought was a gentle smile onto his face.
"The youngest among the newly ascended Dragonborn in the association."
Muska did not hide the glimmer in his eyes. "Not just in the past twenty years; even accounting for further back in history, your youth makes you rank among the top ten."
"Such a…"
Muska sized her up from head to toe, but in the next second, the elegant face within his line of sight vanished, replaced instead by an Iron Tower-like figure.
Roger said nothing, merely staring calmly at Muska.
"A beautiful flower cannot help but attract buzzing bees nearby."
"That's quite normal."
