[ Geralt had not entered the Horizon with the explicit intention to see out Urianger. Only on passing by a scene that's familiar yet not—something about the trees, the architectures that reminds him of things he's seen through Thancred and Himeka—does he hazard a guess as to where he's wound up.
He isn't close with Urianger. But they did spend some time together down there. They share mutual...acquaintances. He wants to see how the elf is doing.
The grass beneath his feet is dotted with rose-pink blossoms. The boughs above cast a faint glow. It reminds him a bit of the lavender trees that filled one of Himeka's crystal homes. Ethereal, as though there's a permanent veil of illusion over his surroundings. Eventually, he crosses into a set of stairs that opens up a spiral of leather tomes, floor to ceiling.
Hm. He can see why Istredd was spending time with Urianger.
Geralt raps his knuckles against one of the wooden shelves—curious of the elf is in. ]
urianger.
He isn't close with Urianger. But they did spend some time together down there. They share mutual...acquaintances. He wants to see how the elf is doing.
The grass beneath his feet is dotted with rose-pink blossoms. The boughs above cast a faint glow. It reminds him a bit of the lavender trees that filled one of Himeka's crystal homes. Ethereal, as though there's a permanent veil of illusion over his surroundings. Eventually, he crosses into a set of stairs that opens up a spiral of leather tomes, floor to ceiling.
Hm. He can see why Istredd was spending time with Urianger.
Geralt raps his knuckles against one of the wooden shelves—curious of the elf is in. ]