( Stubborn as he is, Urianger is nevertheless extremely grateful for the warmth of Kaer Morhen when they arrive. His sigh is relief-adjacent; his shoulders drop a little as he loosens his grip on his cloak, then reaches out to take the proffered mug as he settles at the table. )

Thy hospitality is most appreciated.

( He replies, allowing himself a tiny sip of the mug of ale he plans to nurse for a long time. Urianger's inability to handle his drink is a running joke among the Scions, and Thancred isn't here to drag him back to his own domain for a rest.

Easy does it. )

I came for a reason, aye, and here he sits before me.

( Urianger indicates Geralt withh a flourish of his free hand. )

It has been some time since last we saw one another, and I ... value both thy company and thy cousel. I had hoped to touch on the matter we last discussed.