[ Geralt glances up. The question is both simple and yet not all at once. ] There was. There is. Real thing's larger.
[ Much larger. Vast. And just as empty. He's crafted only what he needs to: a balance of the things that he can't get rid of without feeling as if he's compromising what makes it home (the bones, the medallions, the rundown walls) and what he simply doesn't want people to know (the rooms of his brothers, the lab, the armory. There is no underground level that he's created, as far as he's aware.)
As for how many centuries -- ]
Many. [ He doesn't know, precisely. There are no records pertaining to any of this. ] I wasn't here for it.
no subject
[ Much larger. Vast. And just as empty. He's crafted only what he needs to: a balance of the things that he can't get rid of without feeling as if he's compromising what makes it home (the bones, the medallions, the rundown walls) and what he simply doesn't want people to know (the rooms of his brothers, the lab, the armory. There is no underground level that he's created, as far as he's aware.)
As for how many centuries -- ]
Many. [ He doesn't know, precisely. There are no records pertaining to any of this. ] I wasn't here for it.