Sounds about right. That's the place they all find themselves in, isn't it? Figuring out where the fuck to go from here. Geralt hasn't got the surety that they Summoned him for a purpose—he was imprisoned in Thorne along with their other so-called mistakes, slipped into the Free Cities before they ever drew their first off-worlder into the barracks—but he has got an easy in when it comes to work, even were there no monsters to kill. Doing the heavy lifting no one else wants to will get you paid anywhere.

Monsters to slay help, though.

He studies Abby, appraising. Who has she left behind? What has she carried with her? He's learned there are two types of the Summoned: those who have little to return home for and those who want nothing more than to leave this sphere behind.

"You'll find your way," he replies finally. "There's room in the world if you carve it out. Magic's not a bad place to start."