Geralt, seemingly, is not a desert man himself despite having been here for a year. Not that he hates it. He's come to like it for what it is, but in his heart he'll always prefer the snow and lush mountains. Though he'll admit the fruits are more varied in this climate.
Still. He gets it. Scouting. Maps won't tell you where the monsters nest or what water is available when. Where the streams dry up during which months and where they tend to fill, sometimes hidden beneath the earth or deep in caves.
Geralt navigates the land with ease, taking a path that is not always direct but evidently meant to avoid....certain somethings which lurk.
gently covers my time stamp.
Geralt, seemingly, is not a desert man himself despite having been here for a year. Not that he hates it. He's come to like it for what it is, but in his heart he'll always prefer the snow and lush mountains. Though he'll admit the fruits are more varied in this climate.
Still. He gets it. Scouting. Maps won't tell you where the monsters nest or what water is available when. Where the streams dry up during which months and where they tend to fill, sometimes hidden beneath the earth or deep in caves.
Geralt navigates the land with ease, taking a path that is not always direct but evidently meant to avoid....certain somethings which lurk.