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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[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?