[ He braces himself a little on the table before sitting down, but that's the only indication of the injuries he still bears. The wolf wanders as it tends to, before standing at the far end of the benches to stare at Himeka like it can already smell the food she's brought along. ]
Kaer Morhen. [ He pushes the plate of cheese her way, along with a jug of ale. She can inhale every last bit of it if she wants. It all replenishes. None of it is real. And there is no one here, other than Ciri, to eat it or need any of it. ] Where I grew up.
[ The age shows in the buildings, as well as its battle scars. Some of it has fallen to disrepair, and there's a permanent icy chill that seeps through its battered stone walls. Geralt seems to not notice the cold, dressed in the same loose shirt he's always in, sleeves pushed up.
He nods towards the basket she's carrying. ] What've you got this time?
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Kaer Morhen. [ He pushes the plate of cheese her way, along with a jug of ale. She can inhale every last bit of it if she wants. It all replenishes. None of it is real. And there is no one here, other than Ciri, to eat it or need any of it. ] Where I grew up.
[ The age shows in the buildings, as well as its battle scars. Some of it has fallen to disrepair, and there's a permanent icy chill that seeps through its battered stone walls. Geralt seems to not notice the cold, dressed in the same loose shirt he's always in, sleeves pushed up.
He nods towards the basket she's carrying. ] What've you got this time?