[She has to wonder at the word sphere-- maybe she means planet? It makes sense, after all, for someone who's lived worlds away from her to have a different understanding of the universe - different terminology - to the kind she uses. And that is hardly the most interesting thing the other woman says to her, besides. Big mountains, green forests-- she's seen so much in her short time in this place that is wildly different and strange from the pitiable handful of experiences she'd previously had beneath her belt, but there are still vast swathes of things she's yet to see or understand. She's still imagining green forests when Ciri mentions swords, and just like that she's focused again-- the magic word, as it were.

Elbows resting on the rough-hewn table, Gideon cracks a grin.]

Bone monsters galore. It takes a necro to raise one obviously, but I've fought more skeletal constructs than you could shake a stick at. One particularly giant fucker which--

[Which she and Harrow had defeated in the end, even if the cost of that victory had been the biggest she could give. She shakes her head-- it's already happened, it's done, and she'd do it again in a heartbeat if she had to.]

--let's just say I've smashed through a whole lot of bones. But what about you? You look like you know your way around a fight.