Up the eastern cliffside. But for your sake, I'll meet you aground by the tree. One hour.
[ Maybe that'll be time to calm down or it'll only rile Dean up some more. Geralt is not thinking about Dean, in truth; he is genuinely up the cliff—climbing clears his head—but more than that, he wants the time for himself so he doesn't immediately throttle Dean two seconds in. These past several days have not left him in an especially good mood, and he's not thrilled at having to deal with this, too.
Geralt makes it there as promised—a private little shaded tree not far from the gates where they've trained a few times. He's not interested in having this conversation in the middle of the city even if he were there. ]
no subject
But for your sake,
I'll meet you aground by the tree.
One hour.
[ Maybe that'll be time to calm down or it'll only rile Dean up some more. Geralt is not thinking about Dean, in truth; he is genuinely up the cliff—climbing clears his head—but more than that, he wants the time for himself so he doesn't immediately throttle Dean two seconds in. These past several days have not left him in an especially good mood, and he's not thrilled at having to deal with this, too.
Geralt makes it there as promised—a private little shaded tree not far from the gates where they've trained a few times. He's not interested in having this conversation in the middle of the city even if he were there. ]