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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.

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[gynvael]

That's not how it works.

[shadowthief]

My people were travelers, never dependent on any nation. Why could something similar not happen here?

[gynvael]

So were mine.
But the world does not disappear
because you wish it so.

[shadowthief]

I do not wish for the world to disappear, only to not be so intrinsically tied up with a people who see me only as another body in a war I have no place in, something to be stolen and used and thrown away.

[gynvael]

They will see what they want of you.
It makes no difference which patch of the continent you are sitting on.

You know who you are.
That's all that matters.

[shadowthief]

What if I was wrong about who I thought I was?

[Her faith being twisted into a perverted version of itself, used against her the way it was in the pit... the apparent story of her life being continually taken and used for someone else's plans or enjoyments... it's digging hard into the core of her, dragging doubts up from the depths.]

[gynvael]

You won't have your answers that way.
Believe me, I know.

Do as you will if it gives you purpose.
Not because you fear what might be proven true.

[shadowthief]

[Purpose has been a consistent struggle she's had here and the words hit a chord in her. Echoes of something her father told her long ago about meeting fear.]

Thank you, Geralt.