[ As promised, Geralt is there at sundown. He's found them a private corner in Sam's home at the inn, front door closed. Nearly a year in, on top of two or so months living with Sam, and Geralt's at ease making this his second home.
In exchange for supplying the liquor, Dean does, in fact, receive an overview of this fucking thing. It may or may not become apparent that, among other reasons, the notes are so lacking on his part because Geralt never needed it written in the first place. A full notebook when he splashes through swamps and mud is no more practical than a horse in the ocean—he's learned other methods of keeping his information straight. Either way, the pinned bits of parchment only scratch the surface of what he actually knows.
Much of it is theoretical, at best. And yes. He does feel far too akin to the book-clutching mage Triss sent him to which is not a fact he enjoys, but here they are. This is what happens when you learn large rocks that open gateways exist on every sphere and that the oldest one of all may be here. This is also what happens when you learn of gaps in time that span days to years. In between all the theory working, there are more straightforward pieces of information—names, dates, events, locations.
There's room for questions if Dean asks any—and likely, Dean will have to throughout, because Geralt's no better at granting complete answers unprompted even when he's specifically agreed to grant someone said answers. ]
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In exchange for supplying the liquor, Dean does, in fact, receive an overview of this fucking thing. It may or may not become apparent that, among other reasons, the notes are so lacking on his part because Geralt never needed it written in the first place. A full notebook when he splashes through swamps and mud is no more practical than a horse in the ocean—he's learned other methods of keeping his information straight. Either way, the pinned bits of parchment only scratch the surface of what he actually knows.
Much of it is theoretical, at best. And yes. He does feel far too akin to the book-clutching mage Triss sent him to which is not a fact he enjoys, but here they are. This is what happens when you learn large rocks that open gateways exist on every sphere and that the oldest one of all may be here. This is also what happens when you learn of gaps in time that span days to years. In between all the theory working, there are more straightforward pieces of information—names, dates, events, locations.
There's room for questions if Dean asks any—and likely, Dean will have to throughout, because Geralt's no better at granting complete answers unprompted even when he's specifically agreed to grant someone said answers. ]