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[magicalarchaeologist]

Who: Istredd and you
When: September
Where: Thorne, Horizon
What: Catch-all, reaction to things going on, Singularity, and quest!





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[gynvael]

Geralt leans forward. He has his reasons, but he doesn't especially care to lay out a debate. What is his point is this: "Do not involve the other Summoned at large. Or this will be the last conversation we have."

He cannot give a fuck about Istredd's thirst for knowledge. He's already well aware the mage will take advantage of war and massacre to get what he wants. It doesn't bother him—men have committed far worse for less—but it does mean he understands the kind of person he's dealing with.

Regardless, matters of old magic, the origins of the Singularity, it's speculation at best. He gives a shrug. What else is there to add? Istredd can look into what avenues he wishes. Geralt's interests lie closer to home—but he'll never turn down information. Whether it proves useful or not, that isn't important. He'd rather have all the knowledge in hand if he can.

"If I hear anything worthwhile on my end, I'll contact you. Otherwise, I suggest you lay low while in Thorne if you want to be left alone to do your research."

There's no telling what Thorne will do if they realize Istredd knows more than most. The Queen's proven unpredictable more than once.

[magicalarchaeologist]

Istredd leans forward too, blue eyes sparking. He may be a very calm person, outwardly and inwardly, but he is very much disinterested in leading down the same road of being dismissed.

"Let me be clear. I know I might seem like a weak academic to you, you are hardly the first person to think so, but that doesn't mean I plan on letting you order me around. If you want to work together to get answers, fine, and I appreciate what you've shared, but I'm not interested in being treated poorly because you're used to no one questioning you."

This may or may not be a reflection of some of Istredd's own frustrations toward his history and a projection of sorts, but he means it. He is too used to being treated like he doesn't matter. Decades of it, when he's been right for so long. He doesn't have to take it from all sides.

"If you don't want me to use the network because you don't trust people on it, that is all you had to say. Not give me some bullshit ultimatum. We're allies or we're not. And that's my bullshit ultimatum."

Istredd will take his advice about Thorne though, and he turns on his heel, heading out the way they came. He is rarely the one to storm off, and maybe it's unwise to lose his temper, but it is what it is.

[gynvael]

There's a quirk of his eyebrow. Because isn't it just like the arrogance of a mage to tell themselves they're needed? Geralt should remind Istredd he's the one who chased after the Witcher for information. Twice now. Not the other way around.

But it's not important enough for him to make a conversation of it, nor is he one to bother with edging in to get the last word. If the man needs him again, he will come clutching his notebooks. If not, then that's an hour of his day Geralt has to do other things. He has little interest in courtesy for the sake of a mage's ego and ambition.

In the meantime, he lets Istredd sulk his way out into the winter frost outside. The doors swing shut, gentle, and the wolf sits politely outside.