[ Istredd's arrival pricks his ears before the man wordlessly launches the severed head in his direction. Geralt catches it on instinct—fingers curled around one sticky horn.
He huffs—a vague noise that passes for amusement. Someone's pleased with himself. A head does technically suffice. ]
I trust it gave you no trouble.
[ He sets the head on a stump and draws the dagger in his boot. It's preserved well enough. Still stinks of blood and entrails. And magic. The edge of the blade digs into the flesh below a curved horn. It cracks loose, same as the leshy had years ago, spilling a crumbling black dust.
As he suspected. He just isn't sure what it means in the greater scheme of things. Had it arrived incidentally? The first monster drawn to Ciri once the fissures split open? Because of something...something what? Something disturbed in Solvunn? He'll have to tell Ciri.
Though in a way, the monoliths suddenly feel a distant problem. He knows it isn't. Just. Time is fucking with him.
He sighs. ] I assume you don't mean to mount this on your wall.
[ He can take it back with him. Istredd still lives in the castle—and he is not interested in Thorne retrieving the head as a specimen from the mage. Nor questioning why Istredd has kept it. ]
no subject
He huffs—a vague noise that passes for amusement. Someone's pleased with himself. A head does technically suffice. ]
I trust it gave you no trouble.
[ He sets the head on a stump and draws the dagger in his boot. It's preserved well enough. Still stinks of blood and entrails. And magic. The edge of the blade digs into the flesh below a curved horn. It cracks loose, same as the leshy had years ago, spilling a crumbling black dust.
As he suspected. He just isn't sure what it means in the greater scheme of things. Had it arrived incidentally? The first monster drawn to Ciri once the fissures split open? Because of something...something what? Something disturbed in Solvunn? He'll have to tell Ciri.
Though in a way, the monoliths suddenly feel a distant problem. He knows it isn't. Just. Time is fucking with him.
He sighs. ] I assume you don't mean to mount this on your wall.
[ He can take it back with him. Istredd still lives in the castle—and he is not interested in Thorne retrieving the head as a specimen from the mage. Nor questioning why Istredd has kept it. ]