Hey, you said it. Pretty rude to insult a guy's home, no matter how shitty it is.

[And besides, the chapels might've been clean, but they weren't home. Not, he thinks, the way Geralt means it. Home was... well. Home was people. That was what mattered back then.

He takes his hand back out. The beasts go back to it, life or death, like he'd never interrupted. And go figure; looks like the Empusa's gonna lose. She's lost most of her back legs, slithering along with the legs she's got left, and the berserk energy she got from the blood has waned, the pustules of blood in her body dim again.

Nero sits back with a huff, crossing his arms across his chest.] Not much else to do. It's driving me nuts. But I gotta assume they brought me here for something, or it was totally pointless. Something's gotta happen eventually. Giant... I dunno. Tree-god or something coming around to kill everyone. It's only a matter of time with how Solvunn is.