[ It's funny. Geralt understands what it is not to have mother, but he never felt his father's absence much. He supposes once Vesemir stepped into his life—things were different.
He acknowledges that answer with a hum, and presses no further. Steve's reluctance to elaborate is clear; it's enough to learn what he has just now. Instead, he focus for a moment on the wall, on the wood that forms it. The opening that forms can't in good conscience be called a door. It is, however, a. Hole. Of a sort. They'll fit.
Looks rather ominous. He peers through it, considering if they've any other choice. ]
My brothers, mostly. [ He cracks the now rotted wood along the wall to open the gap further. Then he ducks under it. The air is oddly chilly, a stale scent. ] An angry bear, once. Watch your footing.
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He acknowledges that answer with a hum, and presses no further. Steve's reluctance to elaborate is clear; it's enough to learn what he has just now. Instead, he focus for a moment on the wall, on the wood that forms it. The opening that forms can't in good conscience be called a door. It is, however, a. Hole. Of a sort. They'll fit.
Looks rather ominous. He peers through it, considering if they've any other choice. ]
My brothers, mostly. [ He cracks the now rotted wood along the wall to open the gap further. Then he ducks under it. The air is oddly chilly, a stale scent. ] An angry bear, once. Watch your footing.