[ Geralt's timing in showing up into the Horizon is good. Excellent, even, given that Claude's been avoiding his own domain to equally avoid the forest next door to this that was one someone else's domain slowly fading out. Today he's seated in the courtyard toying with balancing a bow. It's the sort of thing the magic in here would take of in seconds flat if he thought about it, he's sure, but it gives him something to do that feels productive even if it amounts to procrastination.

Lost in his thoughts, the knock startles him enough to pause with the bowstring in hand. Ah. He had locked the doors for once, hadn't he? Normally they're unlocked since Claude's come to enjoy having people wander in and out, but. Maybe that tells on him more than he'd really like it to.

As he makes his way over and opens the door as the small white wyvern in the tree above shuffling her wings in reproach since letting visitors in freely means more snacks for her and there's been a lack of that, he's faintly surprised to see Geralt there. But it's a good surprise, and the smile appearing on his face is a genuine one. ]

Ah, you made it! I take it my use of 'right by the giant monastery' still serves as a trusty landmark, then?

[ That's good, considering there's several structures around that could apply to, but no point in dwelling on it as he steps aside to let Geralt in. ]

Come in, come in. And tell me, is it bows or wyverns?

[ He's not forgotten that invitation - maybe it's both. ]