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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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[magicalarchaeologist]

Yes, it would be a shame to lose my head at this juncture.

[gynvael]

On that, we agree.

[magicalarchaeologist]

Don't get too sentimental on me, Geralt.

[gynvael]

It's a question of practicality.

Find me at the Square next time,
Should your head remain attached.

[magicalarchaeologist]

You'd miss me, admit it.

I might be dying so you could at least do that.

[gynvael]

I took a horse once,
on the way out of a less than welcoming town.

always causing problems.
biggest pain in my arse.

I did miss her.

[magicalarchaeologist]

I suppose for someone like you, being compared to a horse is a high compliment.

Past midnight, after finding out about FC

[magicalarchaeologist]

I saw Sidwell planned his attack very, very thoroughly.

Be safe, Geralt.

[gynvael]

Kings will be kings.

[magicalarchaeologist]

I always said if someone did a coup here, the concern would be Thorne seeming weak to the Free Cities. I didn't expect Sidwell to prepare for that, I've already been underestimating him.

Everyone got to Aquila?

[gynvael]

Mm-hm.
Where are you?

[magicalarchaeologist]

Safe room they got us all to, but unfortunately, we're in a spot of extra trouble. There was an explosion outside, it appears to have damaged the wards, we can't leave. I'm working on it.

[gynvael]

We aren't moving anywhere, either.
Have you heard word from Yen?

[magicalarchaeologist]

Nor should you, as long as whatever that cloud is remains in the air.
I've been keeping her updated about what is going on.
She would be angry if I didn't and she heard it secondhand.

[gynvael]

You worry too much about angering her.

[ He's only poking. ]

Are you familiar with a man named John Grey?

[magicalarchaeologist]

You don't have to live with her every day.

[ Oh fuck. ]

And I suppose I won't have to either now.

[ Ouch. ]

Yes, of course. Why?

[gynvael]

We weren't always apart.
You may not always be, either.

[ Their lives run long. Who knows? Regardless, Geralt prefers to keep his eyes on what's ahead than what may be far around a dozen twists and turns. ]

His position isn't high, but it isn't nothing.
If you find you need his aid, tell him we're...
acquainted.

[ He is rare to volunteer another, but John has a good heart and he trusts Istredd will not take advantage of it. ]

[magicalarchaeologist]

Perhaps.

And are you acquainted?

[gynvael]

Fairly.

[magicalarchaeologist]

[ Squints at. ]

I do know John and he's very reliable.

[gynvael]

[ He doesn't kiss and tell. ]

Good.
Try not to need his help, though.

[magicalarchaeologist]

[ SQUINTS HARDER. ]

Why?

[gynvael]

You're asking why I've suggested a trustworthy man,
In case you face losing your head?

[magicalarchaeologist]

I see.
The only help I need right now is dealing with the ward on the door.
And that is not his skillset. He'll be safe.

[gynvael]

You do make it difficult
To occasionally give a damn about you.