Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.
To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.
What troubles? Solvunn is kickin' right now. Like being in Maui. Not a goddamn care in the world, if you ignore all the people ghostin' and the demons and the elder gods and, oh yeah, giant disgusting fish.
[There may be a sense Nero is holding something back. And maybe ten minutes later, it comes.]
I don't envy you. If you got to do it. Just wanted to say... I understand. That's all. Don't gotta say anything else.
[Geralt really knows how to catch a guy off-guard, firing a shot to the heart of the matter. Too many faces flash up in his mind -- Credo, the Order he'd grown up with, Sanctus (not that he'd hesitated there.) V. Vergil --]
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[ Sword through the chest, more like. Wouldn't be the first time. He can't decide if it helps or not that Dean has asked him to do this.
Suppose they're at least both on the same page. ]
I will.
Worry about your own troubles
In the meantime.
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[There may be a sense Nero is holding something back. And maybe ten minutes later, it comes.]
I don't envy you. If you got to do it. Just wanted to say... I understand. That's all. Don't gotta say anything else.
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It's never the monster you want to kill.
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Yeah. Funny how it works out that way, huh?