[ Geralt grunts. In all honesty, it would not be the instinct even with a stranger. He prefers not to acknowledge that, however true. Leads to complications. ]

Perhaps. [ It isn't doubt in his voice; just a sense they can't be sure of anything. Istredd may be right. Solvunn. Or beneath the earth in Nocwich even. Who can say? ]

Thorne's magic can suppress them. [ He does not know how, but they can. Something that interferes with his mutations. This though—

He shakes his head. ] Feels different.

[ He can't put his finger on it. Not yet. Still, as they round the wide pit, he realizes that there's little to utilize for escape. The walls are solid. No tunnels wide enough to fit a grown man.

Now that he's on the ground, danger passed, perhaps it may be worth climbing up. Just to get a sense.

Geralt is already grabbing a foothold against one of the walls as he calls over his shoulder. ]

My advice? Work on making camp. Light a fire. And keep something over your head when you sleep.