[ a part of sam knows that, too. that a mass grave wouldn't bring geralt here, that a number of bodies dumped somewhere in the badlands wouldn't seem out of place or weird. something that brings him here.

sam has a bad feeling, and that bad feeling only grows when geralt says no. that he couldn't tell what they were from, what they were doing there. so, at no, sam sits back and waits for a further explanation, and when he gets it the frown only deepens. ]

Metal plates? Like armor? That kind of science would be...intense. You'd need a team for that, if it's supposed to come from locals. Medical, engineering, probably some kind of magic. [ he's still trying to understand the shape of this, both in its importance and the bones themselves. human? animal? they had to be something, unless they were fully created from something else.

there's a whole different air to his shoulders, then. weight. he's visibly uncomfortable at the thought of it. ]

A door? You mean where these bones came from? [ if there's a door, if it's still closed, that means something behind it was worth protecting. or at least keeping behind a door in the middle of the desert.

something's behind it. ]

What'd you smell? [ will that ever not sound weird? whatever, sam's doing his best to get used to it. ]