[ Ciri's brows rise as Gideon continues her 'explanation' -- if it can be called that. Bones, bones and more bones? Nuns? Ciri imagines Kaer Morhen, the half-buried monster ribcages protruding from the snow, the skeletons strewn beneath them, as built in as the cobblestones. The place is drenched in death. And Gideon seems to be describing something on an even grander scale.

Her mind conjures up the suppressed image of that sphere she'd accidentally found herself once, long ago, of the mountains and mountains of bones, the oppressive desolation that had made her feel sick to her core. She shoves it away, managing not to wince, and thinks she might be able to form a better picture in her head of what Gideon is describing than many people could. Or should. ]

It's no wonder, then, that you find Cadens to be... a lot.

[ Ciri takes a drink, letting the ale linger on her tongue. It's cold. That's nice. Better than she expected. ]

You're right that my sphere is not like yours. There are big mountains and green forests and cities where people jostle for space. I think Cadens is much bigger than any of the cities back home-- but it's not so unfamiliar to me.

So what does one do on a dead planet full of bones... with a sword?

[ Ciri nods at the large, sheathed blade she'd noticed on Gideon earlier. It's unlikely the woman came to Cadens and decided to get one of those on a whim. Her arms are well muscled, and she carries the sword on her back like she knows how to move with it. ]

Don't tell me there are bone monsters on top of all that.