[ He follows close by, letting Ciri determine the best approach. He's had a few opportunities to watch her hunt—all the years of growth he missed—and though he can tell she learned much from him, there are times when it's clear she learned it on her own.
It's only natural. Ciri would not have been by his side forever. But he won't stop wondering what really happened. Even if he's promised himself he will not ask.
He wets the dry grass, securing the casing afterwards. Then he hands the bombs to Ciri, ready to be lit. The damp wood smoulders as it rolls into the narrow tunnel. Thick smoke unfurls—followed by the hissing of several basilisks. Their feet skitter across the dry rocks. The basilisks in Cadens are smaller than the ones on the Continent—much smaller—but still dangerous in a pack.
One leaps towards him, and its body meets the edge of his blade, splitting it in two. ]
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It's only natural. Ciri would not have been by his side forever. But he won't stop wondering what really happened. Even if he's promised himself he will not ask.
He wets the dry grass, securing the casing afterwards. Then he hands the bombs to Ciri, ready to be lit. The damp wood smoulders as it rolls into the narrow tunnel. Thick smoke unfurls—followed by the hissing of several basilisks. Their feet skitter across the dry rocks. The basilisks in Cadens are smaller than the ones on the Continent—much smaller—but still dangerous in a pack.
One leaps towards him, and its body meets the edge of his blade, splitting it in two. ]