[ They're both feeling their way, Geralt suspects, though his thoughts on his place in the Free Cities are no secret. His absence from nearly every Summoned meeting—except to place a single vote for Sam, then leave—has probably not gone unnoticed. He avoids the barracks and the outposts where possible. Half the time, he doesn't even drink at Mag's, choosing taverns that aren't so closely associated with the Summoned population.
He's one of them. Nothing will change that fact. But he comes from a time when more than several made choices he found less than agreeable—especially the ones who remained at the Castle out of either loyalty to Thorne or for their own agenda. It's less the case these days, and yet the caution stays with him.
Lately, he's found himself curious as to where Claude stands. Brief conversations about home leads him to believe Claude can't be satisfied building a quiet life in the cities the way others are. But then, what is he searching for? There must be a reason he steps in to represent the Summoned each time. Geralt knows why Sam does it, but Claude paints a less clear picture.
Faint amusement curls his lips. Good to know. He'll avoid Claude's dishes. ] You can save your breath, don't worry. The fray's not for me.
[ No, it's towards the Wing that Geralt walks—a short journey laced with trivial chatter that he lets Claude take the lead on. He recognizes their conversation began with little context, and Geralt is not in the habit of obscuring his aims. Not when he's the one who raised the subject.
As the doors open towards a more isolated area, he adds candidly, ] It's not my intent to interrogate your choices. I'm just not in a hurry to be caught in the path of another storm. And something tells me you've navigated your share.
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He's one of them. Nothing will change that fact. But he comes from a time when more than several made choices he found less than agreeable—especially the ones who remained at the Castle out of either loyalty to Thorne or for their own agenda. It's less the case these days, and yet the caution stays with him.
Lately, he's found himself curious as to where Claude stands. Brief conversations about home leads him to believe Claude can't be satisfied building a quiet life in the cities the way others are. But then, what is he searching for? There must be a reason he steps in to represent the Summoned each time. Geralt knows why Sam does it, but Claude paints a less clear picture.
Faint amusement curls his lips. Good to know. He'll avoid Claude's dishes. ] You can save your breath, don't worry. The fray's not for me.
[ No, it's towards the Wing that Geralt walks—a short journey laced with trivial chatter that he lets Claude take the lead on. He recognizes their conversation began with little context, and Geralt is not in the habit of obscuring his aims. Not when he's the one who raised the subject.
As the doors open towards a more isolated area, he adds candidly, ] It's not my intent to interrogate your choices. I'm just not in a hurry to be caught in the path of another storm. And something tells me you've navigated your share.