[ Curiosity rises at that—what mage, whose magic is still lacking?—but it's overshadowed by the edge he can hear in Sam's voice.
For the first time, Geralt peers at Sam like he's really looking at him—something that borders on mild concern in his eyes. There's a frayed quality to Sam that isn't usually there. He can't tell if there's something more going on Sam isn't letting on or if he's just that fucking exhausted. Geralt understands. He's been wound up for weeks and even now, he hasn't fully been able to let go, to release all that pressure at once. Some part of him his afraid what might happen if he does.
He lets it go. Talking won't help; getting Sam to the last person he's looking for will. ]
We'll find him. [ His voice is firm. He can do better than a general direction. All he needs is a trail—or the start of one. Feels a bit like shaking off cobwebs, but falling into it isn't hard, either: monster or person, tracking them is the same. It's good to do something for once. To finally be back to himself, to do the work that he knows like the back of his hand. ]
You know where he likes to stay? Something he'd be looking for?
[ They can start there. Bucky is on foot, like all of them. Possible the man might have hitched a wagon. Doubtful, though. Sam made plans to meet him here. Bucky would stay nearby. He has to be somewhere, in the bustling crowd. They'll look further, if need be. Or return to the portal site, if they have to. He's leaving that for when they're at a dead end. So many people were at those damn gates, he already knows any trail he picks up will go cold quickly once they reach the city proper again. ]
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For the first time, Geralt peers at Sam like he's really looking at him—something that borders on mild concern in his eyes. There's a frayed quality to Sam that isn't usually there. He can't tell if there's something more going on Sam isn't letting on or if he's just that fucking exhausted. Geralt understands. He's been wound up for weeks and even now, he hasn't fully been able to let go, to release all that pressure at once. Some part of him his afraid what might happen if he does.
He lets it go. Talking won't help; getting Sam to the last person he's looking for will. ]
We'll find him. [ His voice is firm. He can do better than a general direction. All he needs is a trail—or the start of one. Feels a bit like shaking off cobwebs, but falling into it isn't hard, either: monster or person, tracking them is the same. It's good to do something for once. To finally be back to himself, to do the work that he knows like the back of his hand. ]
You know where he likes to stay? Something he'd be looking for?
[ They can start there. Bucky is on foot, like all of them. Possible the man might have hitched a wagon. Doubtful, though. Sam made plans to meet him here. Bucky would stay nearby. He has to be somewhere, in the bustling crowd. They'll look further, if need be. Or return to the portal site, if they have to. He's leaving that for when they're at a dead end. So many people were at those damn gates, he already knows any trail he picks up will go cold quickly once they reach the city proper again. ]