His brows draw together. Beginning with Thorne's expansion? A correlation is all it may be—linking historical events is Istredd's expertise, not Geralt's—but he would not be surprised if the spread of an empire wreaked havoc across the land. Dragons included.

He leans against one of the stone walls, studying Anneth. Does she know? That it was one of the Summoned fucking about with the shrines? He's certain it isn't all it was; their connection to the Singularity must be causing ramifications far beyond what happens when the natives make their offerings.

It feels disingenuous not to say, but dangerous to do so. He makes no mention of it for now.

"I am sorry for your losses," he says finally. "Men drove dragons to near extinction on my sphere. I hope yours can rise again."