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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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Perhaps it's customary by now for something (or someone) to arrive semi-regularly at the Witcher's door. The package is dropped early, while Blake is on his way to work at Viktor's shop, and it's as plainly decorated as the last.

Inside a flat box, laid out one atop the other, are a pair of gloves. It's not Blake's first or second pair. He's been trying for a couple weeks — the on-and-off hobby that's replaced tailoring for the time being — and the offcuts he's scaped together have proven to be decently sized for this exact purpose.

The gloves will reach the wrist. He's thinned the leather, turned in the edges, burnished the seams. It's pebbled with a very fine texture that comes from some desert beast brought in for coin. The black dye is deep and rich and there's a suppleness to the hide that lends itself towards fashion more than utility. It isn't Blake's intention — he's really not sure what he intends, except to make something recognizable and usable — but he doubts it will stop Geralt from practical use, so he doesn't sweat it too much. It is certainly his most successful pair to date, although there's no guarantee they'll fit, since Blake's not sure how to judge hand size for this purpose.

There's no note – not this time – only Geralt's name written on top. Hardly a mystery for the Witcher, but if anyone else should come along, they won't see Blake's name attached to this endeavor just yet; he's not really ready to advertise.

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The gloves do fit, remarkably well, and that is a detail Geralt quietly takes note of. He finds the small items Blake continues to leave him...curious, but as with the notebook and hair cord of previous, he accepts the offering for what it is.