[ Geralt huffs, but says nothing further. Truthfully, there are aspects of the Continent he misses, his Witchers being amongst them. The freedom to go where he pleases another. But frankly, after all that has happened here—the destruction currently snaking across the land—Geralt hasn't any intention of returning to the borders they want.
If they wish for him and his to return, they can come find him.
He shakes his head. ] Someplace with a few more trees. Perhaps even some snow.
[ As much as he's acclimated to the desert, he's grown tired of the same sandy landscape staring back at him. ]
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If they wish for him and his to return, they can come find him.
He shakes his head. ] Someplace with a few more trees. Perhaps even some snow.
[ As much as he's acclimated to the desert, he's grown tired of the same sandy landscape staring back at him. ]