They shouldn't have come for you. [ Ciri shoots back.

She'd looked around as she followed him toward the little fire, a cleared-out area that he's clearly made a camp. There's room for more than one person, supplies stacked nearby, some piles of leaves and other items. Until now, she'd been looking only for Geralt, filtering everything she saw through that single point.

Now that she's really taking stock of their surroundings, Ciri begins to understand. The way people huddle in groups. The small, flimsy fires. Empty, tired stares from those watching on as they pass. There are too many people here, too many face she doesn't know, for them all to be Summoned. Ciri hadn't realized how many native Abraxans had been taken as well. ]

Have you found anything out about them? Those people in the masks. They've made no demands? Said nothing?