[He feels a bit jealous that Geralt has so many from his world, wishing there were others that could be spared the horrors that were coming. Bran or Arya, even Dany, for all the complications that would bring. But the feeling is fleeting and he's back in the moment. He was glad at least that Geralt seemed all right, given that he was one of the many imprisoned.

He perks up, having missed his sword. It wouldn't be Valyrian Steel, but that was unlikely needed here. Something strong and well made, that wouldn't be so bad. Given the number of businesses here, there had to be a skilled smith.]

No luck so far? [He thinks back to the many streets he wandered, trying to think if he had seen anything.] There has to be one around here somewhere. If the military is located here, they would have several smiths.

I wouldn't mind finding one myself.