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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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[cointosser]

[If Geralt could hear his gasp, he'd hear it now.] How rude! He's sober! Occasionally!

[Which is enough for him. Besides, he is the very last person to get on Moglad's case for wanting to be drunk. (In some ways, he's afraid he --)

Himeka has told him before that moogles simply love to drink, though. That it does not come from him.

Aard. Aard makes sense. And while it could be destructive, he can trust Moglad not to hurt anything. Or anyone.

To use it to amuse himself.]

Don't be jealous you didn't think of it first.

[gynvael]

[ Jaskier needn't worry; the most Moglad can accomplish with what he's learned is shake some vines until grapes fall down for him to eat—so that he can lay on the ground instead of flying up to pluck them. His body is too damn small. The force of more would blast him right backwards before anything else. (Maybe. Probably.)

That's likely how Moglad discovered he can propel himself in the air, now that Geralt thinks about it.

He frowns. Wait. What does that mean? He can't fly. (Would be useful, though.) ]

I haven't got wings, Jaskier.

[cointosser]

Well, have you ever tried flying with Aard? There's a first time for everything! I'm just saying, I'm starting to think Moglad's a bit more inventive with his powers than some other Witchers of renown may be.

[gynvael]

Jaskier.
Go to sleep.

[cointosser]

Fine, fine. You're no fun! I'll update you on more tomorrow, Geralt. Goodnight.