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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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[assembles]

[ Geralt drops that bomb in his usual way, his tone and word choice making everything curt and to the point. He doesn't dwell on it, and no anger or sorrow clings to his voice. It is what it is. The world is a cruel place, people can be terrible to those who frighten them, and that's that.

Still, as far as Steve's aware this is the first time Geralt has admitted to the fact that his order was wiped out like that. Not imploded from the inside, but hunted down by a mob. Steve sucks in a breath and lets it out again, eyeing his drink with the realization that he doesn't have a taste for it anymore. ]

Guess that's all it takes, huh.

[ He draws a hand up to run down his face. They somehow ended up at this somber place, but he isn't going to dwell in it for too long. ]

I've fought for my people before. I'll do it again, if it comes to that.

[ He's pretty sure that's a point they can agree on.

There's a beat, and then he adds with a one-armed shrug: ] Or maybe that dream we had was right, and they'll start worshipping us. [ He doesn't look any more thrilled about that prospect. ]

wrap soon? 🎀

[gynvael]

[ Mm. That's all it takes. An unruly mob. As Ciri tells it, the same scenario will take him, too, not long into her future. Some human. He supposes it was always going to end that way. Witchers are destined to die by a monster's hand, after all.

He isn't searching for pity, and it's not exactly a confession. He speaks of the incident rarely not because he's hiding it but because there isn't a reason to say it, except when there is. Like now. Steve seems to gather as much, and they move past it without too much bullshit. ]

Some dreams are omens. Others are merely dreams. [ Time will tell which is which. ] Whatever the kingdoms are brewing, I'd prefer not to be caught unawares. If you plan another excursion, I can lend my sword again.

[ Since apparently, they can't go anywhere without something trying to claw at them. ]

yep! 🎁

[assembles]

[ For now, they won't know if there was any truth to those dreams or visions or whatever they wanted to call them. Only time would tell with whether some of the events started to unfold in the same way, and even then, Steve's recollection of the early days is fuzzy at best.

He nods when Geralt offers his assistance again. As it turns out, they're a pretty good team. Although maybe that shouldn't be surprising. Geralt and Sam had struck a partnership early on, and while Steve and Sam are not copies of each other, they do share plenty of traits in common. ]

Yeah, I'll let you know. I'll check in with Sam, see if he can use Red to find out more about what the military's cooking up.

[ But they can rest assured it's nothing good.

With that, Steve finishes off the last dregs of his drink and moves to stand. They've chatted plenty for one night, and he knows Geralt likes his peace and quiet where he can find it. ]