[He doesn't know what powers all the light. They come in different colors and never seem to turn off. They don't flicker like flames or candlelight. His assumption is magic. It's unsettling. He's used to the pitch black of the woods, lit only by moonlight on a clear night.]
Geralt. [Gabriel. Hm. Like the crossbow.] So where were you going, Gabriel?
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[He doesn't know what powers all the light. They come in different colors and never seem to turn off. They don't flicker like flames or candlelight. His assumption is magic. It's unsettling. He's used to the pitch black of the woods, lit only by moonlight on a clear night.]
Geralt. [Gabriel. Hm. Like the crossbow.] So where were you going, Gabriel?