[ The wolf remains outside, guarding the entrance as the doors close behind them. It keeps only a minimal amount of the cold out.
Granting tours is not Geralt's way, so he simply parks himself on a table. He eases himself atop it with his feet planted on the bench below—lets Sam wander or look where he likes. Doesn't need much explanation, he thinks. The state of it, how it's built, the tree that sits in the middle with its dozens of silver medallions. It all says plenty.
He looks up at the snow drifting through a splintered tear in the roof. Yeah. He knows what Sam means. How clearly he's been shaped by these mountains, these woods, these broken stone walls—it shows. ]
I couldn't. [ He's quiet, but it isn't so much an admission as a simple acknowledgment of a history he's only hinted at until now. ] When they first brought me here.
[ They'd told him it was home, whether he liked it or not. He remembers thinking it never would be. Now he can't imagine calling any other place home. Bitter memories and warm ones alike, they make up what this keep has become to him. And the people who are normally in it. What few of them remain. ]
Mm. [ Witcher thing. Something like that. ] Didn't go well when a mob of humans found their way up the mountain.
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Granting tours is not Geralt's way, so he simply parks himself on a table. He eases himself atop it with his feet planted on the bench below—lets Sam wander or look where he likes. Doesn't need much explanation, he thinks. The state of it, how it's built, the tree that sits in the middle with its dozens of silver medallions. It all says plenty.
He looks up at the snow drifting through a splintered tear in the roof. Yeah. He knows what Sam means. How clearly he's been shaped by these mountains, these woods, these broken stone walls—it shows. ]
I couldn't. [ He's quiet, but it isn't so much an admission as a simple acknowledgment of a history he's only hinted at until now. ] When they first brought me here.
[ They'd told him it was home, whether he liked it or not. He remembers thinking it never would be. Now he can't imagine calling any other place home. Bitter memories and warm ones alike, they make up what this keep has become to him. And the people who are normally in it. What few of them remain. ]
Mm. [ Witcher thing. Something like that. ] Didn't go well when a mob of humans found their way up the mountain.