[ It does land on Istredd's head which startles him but he backs up a few steps afterward, holding it for now. He can see the value in holding onto everything they can, including fabric that may not be necessary for a cloak, but could be something else. Istredd can't actually see Geralt well so it's not as if he can watch him, so he anxiously waits.

He gets nervous when he hears a stone tumble but it's not a body, so it's fine. Once they're both down he is finally able to breathe easier, although that isn't exactly great when the rotting smell in there is like nothing he's ever experienced. This is looking pretty fucking bad. Istredd looks over at Geralt. If nothing else, this is one of the safest people to be around, comparatively. ]

Another mage and I were getting new books, we sometimes leave the area to have talks that aren't as easily overheard. Not far though, still not in a place I would've thought anyone would dare come to.

[ Istredd's been so used to being trapped in Thorne, feeling them breathing down his neck at every minute of every day. It still seemed impossible that anyone could snatch them. It wasn't like he was out in a desert, he was still within a stone's throw, more or less. ]

He must be somewhere here, Urianger. We didn't have a chance to fight, they moved so fast.

[ Istredd is a decent defense arts mage so they moved even faster than that instinct in him. ]

How did they get you? [ Istredd's not a combat mage. Geralt's a witcher. ]