[ The wolf knows where to go. Ciri, safely tucked in her inn room pretending to nap, slips into the Horizon and follows him from Kaer Morhen to Jaskier's tavern in a run-down corner of a replica Oxenfurt, unfamiliar to her by sight and yet familiar enough by feel. Kelpie is left, as always, to wander where she will; Ciri never worries about her here, considering the horse is a memory more than anything else, even if she still loves that mare as if she were as real as anything. The Horizon is funny like that.
She lets herself into the tavern, calling out for Jaskier. And greeting Moglad politely, of course. ]
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She lets herself into the tavern, calling out for Jaskier. And greeting Moglad politely, of course. ]