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[worstsin]

The Iron Bull had given Geralt a decent lead, a possible way to find reasonable storage for a horse, over the winter, when he couldn't simply let her rest safely at camp. Every day that passed made Geralt more eager to gave an animal again, both for the convenience, and for the fact that every witcher -- whether he admitted it or not -- had spent an evening explaining the details of the coming hunt to his horse beneath a starry sky.

The directions sent him reliably in the right direction, and once Geralt was close enough, he caught first the scent of wood fire and cooked food, and then, soon after, a mixture of individuals, Cremisius Aclassi among them. It was easy to zero in on the property after that.

The evening light was gold, and the trees out in the country were already just starting to change their colors, losing enough of their leaves that the ground crackled with them, and the air was crisp with the smell. One, blowing in the breeze, fluttered into Geralt's face, and he batted it away.

Cresting over a low hill, he saw it, not very far at all in the distance. A cozy-looking white farmhouse, and a barn situated nearby.

He heard the sound of dogs barking. His hackles rose, unbidden, but he'd been warned to approach the house openly, visibly.

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[god_of_the_arena]

The barking dogs sounded fierce, but to the trained ear, or at least to one that knew the beasts, the bark was not yet aggressive: it was warning. An alert bark for their people.

As Geralt came closer, he would see two of them on the other side of a fence and when they saw him, they stopped their alert sounds. The pair of them looked at him, both solid animals, build for speed and for strength. One grey-blue, one red. The red one wagged its tail in a hopeful sort of way, like it might be inclined to make friends provided the approaching stranger didn't mean harm; the other watched Geralt stoically, suspiciously.

Gannicus made his way down through the barn - he'd been working on patching a few spots on the roof. The barn itself had been in good shape but in need of some care and maintenance.

When he came out, he saw the dogs first, then followed their gaze to the approaching stranger. Gannicus pulled his shirt back on as he crossed the field; the pair of dogs fell in at his side.