There had been people that had visited Geralt in the last few days. He'd wanted to hide from them, all of them, send them away. Even if, in the end, he did not. A product of too many lectures, over the years, about not isolating himself, about how the people who cared for him could never think ill of what he was.
But the man who approached, Geralt had no intention of sending away. He was no Regis, here to offer a philosophical and kind ear, but Geralt could hope for little better here in Darrow. The Iron Bull, he knew, would not judge him, in this state or any other.
It did not improve his mood, however. He guessed that it was partly simply the instability of the mutations.
"Not sure what's brought you out here." Though Bull's place wasn't far from Geralt's camp, simply closer to the city and further from the woods.
"But you may as well have a seat by the fire. Was about to ... cook."
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There had been people that had visited Geralt in the last few days. He'd wanted to hide from them, all of them, send them away. Even if, in the end, he did not. A product of too many lectures, over the years, about not isolating himself, about how the people who cared for him could never think ill of what he was.
But the man who approached, Geralt had no intention of sending away. He was no Regis, here to offer a philosophical and kind ear, but Geralt could hope for little better here in Darrow. The Iron Bull, he knew, would not judge him, in this state or any other.
It did not improve his mood, however. He guessed that it was partly simply the instability of the mutations.
"Not sure what's brought you out here." Though Bull's place wasn't far from Geralt's camp, simply closer to the city and further from the woods.
"But you may as well have a seat by the fire. Was about to ... cook."
Eat, he meant. About to eat.