[While normally going to visit Sam would leave a swelling of warmth beneath his breast, today was far from the case. After nearly an hour of convincing her, he's only just managed to have Ciri swear she will not go out to search for Geralt until he returns. If they are to go searching for the Witcher, it only makes sense they have a companion who can fly.

While he's quite sure he could summon Red to himself, the idea of practically thieving away Sam's companion leaves him ill.

And while he has made a point to arrive with a gift of some sort every time he visits Sam -- repayment for the dinners he's offered, his drinks and treats, and moreso his company -- this matter is too urgent. Jaskier's knocking is loud and insistent, far from the polite, rhythmic taps from any other day.]

Sam! Hellooo? I need to speak with you! It's vital.

[Bless Melitele, he's in. There's a noise and then the door opens, and Jaskier strides right in with the open invitation, his hands moving frantically as he begins to explain.] It's about Geralt. He's gone. I mean -- he's gone, but not in the normal way, that way where he sorts of disappears for a few days hunting. We found Roach, but she'd been out in the desert for at least a day, and I need Red. [It's only here he pauses, swallowing.] We're going out to find him.