[ What for? is the natural thought which follows, though Geralt doesn't yet voice it. Were it another, he might've. He has little room for idle talk. If somebody has come to him for a purpose, he wants to hear it and not waste time. But he finds he doesn't mind Claude's questions.
The wolf snaps up its jerky, carrying it off to the side to indulge. ]
Yes. [ Longer for others. A little less for him. He's old, but by Witcher standards, he's one of the youngest of them. The last made. ] When the frost melts, we return to the Path. Search for monsters. Make our coin.
[ So it goes. A simple life, when recounted that way. Maybe for some Witchers, it is that simple. They are not supposed to give a shit about the townsfolk or become entangled with sorceresses, or collect bards to write songs about them. They are not meant to claim a Child of Destiny. And yet, here he is, with all of those things and more. He doesn't regret it. It's long stopped being about monsters and money for him. Even before Ciri came into the picture, things were...different. Looking back, he knows now he was clinging to the vestiges of what never was. ]
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The wolf snaps up its jerky, carrying it off to the side to indulge. ]
Yes. [ Longer for others. A little less for him. He's old, but by Witcher standards, he's one of the youngest of them. The last made. ] When the frost melts, we return to the Path. Search for monsters. Make our coin.
[ So it goes. A simple life, when recounted that way. Maybe for some Witchers, it is that simple. They are not supposed to give a shit about the townsfolk or become entangled with sorceresses, or collect bards to write songs about them. They are not meant to claim a Child of Destiny. And yet, here he is, with all of those things and more. He doesn't regret it. It's long stopped being about monsters and money for him. Even before Ciri came into the picture, things were...different. Looking back, he knows now he was clinging to the vestiges of what never was. ]