[ Ice prison, is it. Geralt lifts an eyebrow, but he doesn't ask. He's gathered Jesper appears to have spent most of his life getting into trouble, which surprises him exactly zero amounts.
Port city reminds him of Gors Velen. It's true it's warmer there, where they're closer to the sea. Winters not quite so harsh. One day, Jesper might stumble onto his mountains in the Horizon and see exactly what he means.
Geralt pauses the game to take a drink, setting the blade beside him point-down into a hunk of wood. ]
Mm-hmm. Witchers start as boys. Or we did. There aren't any more being made.
[ He's one of the last. Mostly, he thinks that's for the best, too. The price for more of them is too high. And the world does not need them. It doesn't. That's been true for a long time. ]
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Port city reminds him of Gors Velen. It's true it's warmer there, where they're closer to the sea. Winters not quite so harsh. One day, Jesper might stumble onto his mountains in the Horizon and see exactly what he means.
Geralt pauses the game to take a drink, setting the blade beside him point-down into a hunk of wood. ]
Mm-hmm. Witchers start as boys. Or we did. There aren't any more being made.
[ He's one of the last. Mostly, he thinks that's for the best, too. The price for more of them is too high. And the world does not need them. It doesn't. That's been true for a long time. ]