[A what? For the first time, Geralt looks mildly concerned. It isn't the kidnapping or the ritual that gets him; that happens now and again. He steers clear of fanatics whenever he can. It's that they're apparently foxes. Fox people.
This is starting to sound like one of Jaskier's made up songs.]
Good to know. [Is all he finally offers. He doesn't ask if the people lived or died or vanished into smoke; it doesn't matter now. Actually, it's comforting, knowing that darker secrets lurk. The utopian atmosphere had been making him feel like he was in a fever dream.
He looks out at the water. Moonblessed. Right. Yeah. He's spoken to enough folk by now to know what Steve means.]
Rivia. Doubt that means shit all to you, though. [Fitting, since it means nothing to him, either; it's just a place he picked off the map so he can have a surname. Of Rivia.] Let's just say there are less metal contraptions and more horses.
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This is starting to sound like one of Jaskier's made up songs.]
Good to know. [Is all he finally offers. He doesn't ask if the people lived or died or vanished into smoke; it doesn't matter now. Actually, it's comforting, knowing that darker secrets lurk. The utopian atmosphere had been making him feel like he was in a fever dream.
He looks out at the water. Moonblessed. Right. Yeah. He's spoken to enough folk by now to know what Steve means.]
Rivia. Doubt that means shit all to you, though. [Fitting, since it means nothing to him, either; it's just a place he picked off the map so he can have a surname. Of Rivia.] Let's just say there are less metal contraptions and more horses.