[ there is enough in geralt's body language that sam's immediately worry fades into something more curious, and he lets himself step back and sit on the bed, his own arms also coming to cross over his chest as he listens. tries to figure out why geralt would come all the way here, especially when he knew there'd be so many people.

but the start of i found something and that something being...bones? sam frowns, confused, and that confusion only grows the more geralt says. ]

Wait- you're saying there's some kind of dumping grounds out in the middle of the desert? Like a mass grave?

[ because that's where sam's head is going - that there are a bunch of people missing, that they were just left out in the desert never to be found. it roils something in his gut, and that feeling is probably easily enough read across his face.

but then sam stops, brings himself back to what geralt said. not like anything i've seen before. that's... well, that alone is something to be worried about, isn't it? because geralt has seen skeletons, can tell the remains of most creatures - monster and regular animal alike. ] What kind of bones were they? Could you tell?

[ sam is getting a bad feeling about this. ]