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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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[righteously]

I don't understand what the hell half of your god damn notes even mean on this board

Do you come with like a translation manual or a freakin cypher or something

( do you remember that time dean gave him a list that was completely incomprehensible to Geralt? pepperidge farm remembers. )

[gynvael]

They're for Sam.

[ He isn't surprised others have glimpsed the growing beast, but for Geralt, it was only at Sam's behest that he wrote anything down—a supplement to the discussion each time Sam would give him that look that said Geralt lost him completely once more.

There's a delay, and then: ]

Bring a bottle some time.
I'll explain.

[righteously]

What are you doing later

( In terms of priorities, intel ranks near the top of Dean's list. )

[gynvael]

Collecting.

[ A commission or coin goes unsaid. ]

Sundown?

[righteously]

My place, your place, or the brain place?

[gynvael]

Sam's.

[ No reason to remove that board from its nest. Whether Sam's in or out, Geralt seemingly hasn't much problem using Sam's place as though it were nearly his own. ]

[righteously]

Good deal

( that's it that's the end no small talk see you then buddy )

[gynvael]

[ As promised, Geralt is there at sundown. He's found them a private corner in Sam's home at the inn, front door closed. Nearly a year in, on top of two or so months living with Sam, and Geralt's at ease making this his second home.

In exchange for supplying the liquor, Dean does, in fact, receive an overview of this fucking thing. It may or may not become apparent that, among other reasons, the notes are so lacking on his part because Geralt never needed it written in the first place. A full notebook when he splashes through swamps and mud is no more practical than a horse in the ocean—he's learned other methods of keeping his information straight. Either way, the pinned bits of parchment only scratch the surface of what he actually knows.

Much of it is theoretical, at best. And yes. He does feel far too akin to the book-clutching mage Triss sent him to which is not a fact he enjoys, but here they are. This is what happens when you learn large rocks that open gateways exist on every sphere and that the oldest one of all may be here. This is also what happens when you learn of gaps in time that span days to years. In between all the theory working, there are more straightforward pieces of information—names, dates, events, locations.

There's room for questions if Dean asks any—and likely, Dean will have to throughout, because Geralt's no better at granting complete answers unprompted even when he's specifically agreed to grant someone said answers. ]