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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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sometime in the middle of the night late week 2

[righteously]

How you holdin up

[gynvael]

S̸̘̐͘t̸̗̉̐͘i̴͚̇l̶̬̯̠̝̈́͐͘̕l̷̤͔̗̉̑̓͝ ̴͉̹͈̓̂a̵͇̞͗̂͂n̵͙̟͘ͅ ̶̦̱̯̗̋ abundance o̴͚̩̤̤̱͓͇͂͑̃̈f̶̫̫͚̰̭̭͛̈͂̇̿̒̈́̉̚̕͜ ̶͖̰̺͘corn.̴̯́
You?

[righteously]

Fine

( He's not, but this conversation isn't about him. )

I heard about the rituals
How are you really?

[gynvael]

[ A long silence before an answer finally comes. ]

Î̸̖̓ ̶̢̙͈͍̒̀͝d̴̛̰̋̊o̵̭̪̱̿ṅ̸̙͉̘͎̎͛'̵̞͉͓̠̀̍͌̾t̸̬̳̓͒ ̵̮̐̒̽know ̴͎͍͈͚̆̎̎̃ẅ̴̭̟́̒̈́h̸͈͉̓͑͂à̵̧͍̬͈t̶̛̜̫̜̞́̿̈́ ̵̖̲̾̈́t̴̺͖̒͆͘h̴̘́͝e̵̙̝̅͛̽ÿ̵̢̂ ̷̲̣̀̔̂͂did.̸̺̟̿̈́
̷̧̜͇͋̔̾B̷̧̠̭̰̌̆̓͑u̶̥̙͈̅̊̌͜t̷̲͌̈́̑͗ ̶̗̋something's ̶̢͍̭̉͐
̷̼̼̤̻͊̇̎̈́growing

[righteously]

What's growing?
Growing where?

[gynvael]

Y̶̰̲̓ͅơ̵̘̗̻̿̿̔͠u̶̜̪̘͂̒̿͘͜͝ ̶͎̠̪̌͛͒should
c̷͍̥̞̜̻̅̌͗̇́͘onsider ̷̱͕͗͑͘͜͝ö̵͙͍͙͙̝́u̷̙͋̍͗̀͋̂r̷̨̟̥̬̀͑͗͋̈͊ͅ ̵̬̤͐͌͗talk

Wit̶̞̮̯͔̔̐́h̵̬̳̯̤̾͠ ̴͉̠̇̕ͅä̴͈͎̩̠̥̹́nother̶̼̼̬̝̥̓͋̈́̈

[righteously]

That doesn't answer my question

[gynvael]

I̸̋̈́̕͜ͅt̴̹̮̀̆ isn't ̸̛̭̞̆̍ả̸̼̲̌̆̓ ̷̫̠͙̺̎ritual.̸̧̹͚̜̓͗
̸͈͚̉̔̔̄Ị̴̡̏̂͗͒ͅṱ̴͉͋̌͑̉'̶̙̤̝̖̒̑s̸̡̊̃ ̵̲͔̄̑ alchemical.̷̗̠̘͈̀͑̈́

[ Also not quite the question Dean asked, but he's getting there. ]

[righteously]

You've been through this before and you made it out the other side in one piece.

I know it's screwed up in more ways than I can even count that you're going through it again, but you're gonna be okay. I know you are.

Tell me what's growing.

[gynvael]

[ He's been putting in a monumental amount of effort not to reflect on things he's been through in the past; half-formed words start to scrawl before Dean even finishes, like he just doesn't want to hear it. Or read it, as it were. ]

Forget ̵̧̏m̴͇̏ę̴͒

This shit t̷͚͓̪͉̾͂̌̆̉̈́h̷̢̦̯͆ẻ̶̳͚͉ÿ̷̤́̽̐ ̴̨̥͕̞̠̱̉̀ḥ̸̔̎̚à̴͓̖͉̩̖̒̽̈̕v̴̛̰͌̀͒e̸͍̅̔̀̏
̵̘͖͑̌̓̚W̸̪̗̖͗̆͜h̴͔͕̲͓̋́̌è̵̯̰̱̹̅̈́͗ṋ̷̈̒͜ ̸͍̩̈́ḯ̸̭̗̘̜̈́̃̃t̵͓̍͆́͜ ̸̡̣̏̓̆ṱ̴̹̑ỏ̷̮͍̱ủ̴̫̱̺̯̿ç̵͓͖͑̑̏̕h̸͓̝͖̀̀̔͒ę̷͚̠̈́̂̑̄d̸̥̲̠̩̊́̕ ̴̳͓̺͐ we fused.̴̲̃̕
The thorns sprout after

I know yo̶͓̊u̴̻̚'̴̦͋r̶̤̕e̶̢̊ searching.
Be careful.

[righteously]

We think we have it narrowed down to an island. It's too big to search on foot, but we're getting close.

Whatever they're giving you guys, it's making Cas lose his mind
I need you to keep it together for me, buddy, okay
Somebody's gotta stay sane in there, and you're their best shot at staying alive
Just a few more days, that's all
We'll get you home, and whatever they did, whatever's growing, we'll find a way to reverse it
we'll tear that whole goddamn place down just like we did at Kaer Morhen if we gotta

[gynvael]

I̸̪͒ ̷̯̐I̵͓͒ ̵̠͌k̴͖̊n̴͖͛ơ̷̞ẁ̷̮.̸̳͌
̴͓̌
He's not hurt anyone,
Nor himself.

H̶̪͆e̵̦͝'̶̬̀s̸̻̀ ̸̭͑ merely
captivated
b̶̝̌ẙ̷̹ ̴̲͘t̶͎́h̸͌͜ẹ̷̃ ̶͎͋ fucking shrines.̶̳̎

[righteously]

I appreciate the update, but would you let somebody worry about YOU for a god damn minute? Jesus, Gerald.

[gynvael]

Someone did worry
Ã̵̘͓̉n̶̛̘͗d̵̯̋ ̸̫̏͛̆s̸̡̊́̀́h̵̗͖̜͛ë̸̬̠͙̱́͒̽̆ ̴̧̫͇͉͛̉͛ ̶̩̃let herself be captured
̴̩͚̓̋Ť̷͈̌̈́o̴̘͚͔̜̾͝ ̴̖̱̩̽̓f̸̛̦͚͜ḯ̶͔̙̲́̄n̷̤̠̓͆ḑ̷͇͑̚ ̷̱̑̕m̴̧͙͍̳̈́e̶̟̯̐̂̏ ̷̡̫̤̮̈́
̷̨̢̗̏̌Ẅ̷̡͕̤͆͘i̴̻̹͋͗͌͒t̴̯͙̺́ḣ̶̆̉̓͜ ̷͉̯̭̙͌h̷̲̬̚ẻ̷̗͇̓̔l̷̘̟̔̏̀͆p̴̼̖̈́̃͘,̵̜̄́͜ ̸͓̰̠̏̒͜͝I̷̼̱̞͌ ̴̻͓̯̻̈́͊̀͒p̸̹̟̝̰̏r̴̨͇͗̉̂̄ẻ̸̡̘̩͔̌̂̿s̶̟̰̓͛͂͌u̷̻̯͇̫̇̿m̷̢̨̗̬̉̑̊̈e̵͐̓͐ͅ
̴̣̘̠̘̿͐̈́̚
̵̨̛̰̲̗so spare me
̴̰͉̃͊̕Your fucking worries
̸̘̩̙̑͐̅͝
̵̠̈́̄̃I don't care what happens to me
Or how many need to die
She will leave this place alive.
That's how I'm holding up.

[righteously]

I didn't know
about her plan

but we're gonna get her out too
I promise