The usual indeed. One could throw a rock and strike several places to drink, though finding a tavern that doesn't serve watered-down piss is a different matter. As of late, he's preferred Libertas—avoiding the Summoned who converge at the Sarstina in Cadens.

He escapes the alleyway, and they spill onto a wider open street. No less crowded. A horse clips by with a cart full of decorations.

"Geralt." There's only a handful Julie takes to; it makes Abby a source of curiosity. She looks younger than Ciri, older than Rinwell. Must've arrived fairly recent. "You're staying at the inn?"