[ Geralt confirms the observation with a tip of his head. ] We were brought here as boys. Raised and trained together.
[ To do what? is the natural question, but Geralt does not specify. There is nothing in the fortress that suggests an organized army once occupied these tables. There are no uniforms anywhere, no sense of standard, really. Even the medallions that hang on the tree are unique, each one shaped and engraved according to their wearer's preferences.
And the claw marks in some of the walls or floors suggest more than mere men once stormed the place.
But Geralt does not let the topic simmer for long. He seldom likes discussing himself at length. ]
I spoke to your... [ He weighs the next word. ] Friend. Claire. Your name came up.
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[ To do what? is the natural question, but Geralt does not specify. There is nothing in the fortress that suggests an organized army once occupied these tables. There are no uniforms anywhere, no sense of standard, really. Even the medallions that hang on the tree are unique, each one shaped and engraved according to their wearer's preferences.
And the claw marks in some of the walls or floors suggest more than mere men once stormed the place.
But Geralt does not let the topic simmer for long. He seldom likes discussing himself at length. ]
I spoke to your... [ He weighs the next word. ] Friend. Claire. Your name came up.