A private smile touches Urianger's lips as he lifts his gaze to the snowy landscape β not too dissimilar from the weather he'd experienced in Geralt's domain, actually. All of a sudden he finds himself acutely aware of the lack of roaring fire and warming ale that was offered to him in Kaer Morhen, and he tucks the blanket over his lap a little more tightly for it.
"In no uncertain terms, he told me to cease my wallowing and get over myself," he replies lightly, an amused quirk touching the corners of his lips. "'Twas a little difficult to hear at the time, but ... I understand why he said what he did."
Urianger nudges Thancred with an elbow.
"In many ways he is most like thee, wouldst thou not agree?"
And so their journey continues on, their amiable banter drawing only the occasional glance from their werewolf guides. All seems to be progressing well enough β or rather, it progresses well enough until their band reaches a massive blockage in the road. The wild winter weather has hurled all manner of debris into their path: normally Urianger might have hope of perseverance, but after counting more than two felled trees ...
"Might we circumvent this stretch of road by some other route?"
Xander turns back expectantly, as though he knows what Lucia is about to say, but she holds off for a moment as her expression turns grim.
"... We'll have to travel across the lake. It's frozen solid during this time of year, but obviously such a crossing wouldn't be without risk."
Urianger glances towards Thancred before offering a quick nod. If there's no other way, then there's no other way, and the Luna werewolves seem nothing if not eminently practical.
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A private smile touches Urianger's lips as he lifts his gaze to the snowy landscape β not too dissimilar from the weather he'd experienced in Geralt's domain, actually. All of a sudden he finds himself acutely aware of the lack of roaring fire and warming ale that was offered to him in Kaer Morhen, and he tucks the blanket over his lap a little more tightly for it.
"In no uncertain terms, he told me to cease my wallowing and get over myself," he replies lightly, an amused quirk touching the corners of his lips. "'Twas a little difficult to hear at the time, but ... I understand why he said what he did."
Urianger nudges Thancred with an elbow.
"In many ways he is most like thee, wouldst thou not agree?"
And so their journey continues on, their amiable banter drawing only the occasional glance from their werewolf guides. All seems to be progressing well enough β or rather, it progresses well enough until their band reaches a massive blockage in the road. The wild winter weather has hurled all manner of debris into their path: normally Urianger might have hope of perseverance, but after counting more than two felled trees ...
"Might we circumvent this stretch of road by some other route?"
Xander turns back expectantly, as though he knows what Lucia is about to say, but she holds off for a moment as her expression turns grim.
"... We'll have to travel across the lake. It's frozen solid during this time of year, but obviously such a crossing wouldn't be without risk."
Urianger glances towards Thancred before offering a quick nod. If there's no other way, then there's no other way, and the Luna werewolves seem nothing if not eminently practical.
"By lake, then. May the Twelve protect us."