Patting the horses, Geralt begins the trek back. Leaving Brokilon behind. He wonders if he ever returned after that. Once he found Ciri, happened? Was Yennefer with him? Jaskier? Did they settle back into the family he'd always wanted?
He knows he shouldn't let his mind stay mired in the past. That there is much more he hasn't lost. And it—
He glances up. A high-pitched Kupo! rings out from between the trees. Is that...?
Where in the hell did the other moogle even get a sword? It must've spawned with it—and it's apparently determined to slice Jaskier's miniature morbol into pieces.
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Patting the horses, Geralt begins the trek back. Leaving Brokilon behind. He wonders if he ever returned after that. Once he found Ciri, happened? Was Yennefer with him? Jaskier? Did they settle back into the family he'd always wanted?
He knows he shouldn't let his mind stay mired in the past. That there is much more he hasn't lost. And it—
He glances up. A high-pitched Kupo! rings out from between the trees. Is that...?
Where in the hell did the other moogle even get a sword? It must've spawned with it—and it's apparently determined to slice Jaskier's miniature morbol into pieces.
Geralt peers at the spectacle. (What the fuck.) ]