[ Beyond a brief stop by Nero's room back in Nocwich, Geralt's found few chances to look in on the younger man. Physically, he knows Nero is all right. But that isn't the point. Given Josselyn's involvement, the Council—
Geralt can put what happened behind him in the Free Cities. Not many reminders around him. No shrines, no gods, no rituals. Solvunn is not the same.
A few weeks on, he steps into the Horizon to look for Nero. Rides his motorbike, searching for the familiar shitty white van before he pulls him at the domain Nero calls the bloody palace. Don't ask him what the fuck it means or why; that's simply the title Nero gave him.
The ground gives a violent shudder under his feet. He raises an eyebrow. No need to question whether Nero is here, then.
Geralt pushes open the door—to a jagged row of gnashing teeth. He ducks, the monster leaps over him, and pins Nero to the sticky ground.
nero.
Geralt can put what happened behind him in the Free Cities. Not many reminders around him. No shrines, no gods, no rituals. Solvunn is not the same.
A few weeks on, he steps into the Horizon to look for Nero. Rides his motorbike, searching for the familiar shitty white van before he pulls him at the domain Nero calls the bloody palace. Don't ask him what the fuck it means or why; that's simply the title Nero gave him.
The ground gives a violent shudder under his feet. He raises an eyebrow. No need to question whether Nero is here, then.
Geralt pushes open the door—to a jagged row of gnashing teeth. He ducks, the monster leaps over him, and pins Nero to the sticky ground.
Hm. ] Fine company you've got.