Ah— [ He grunts, debating an answer. How many has he got? How many had he once had? A number is not really one he wants to say out loud. It is far too few. ] It isn't how you imagine. We're all of us raised at Kaer Morhen.
[ He did, indeed, say a bear, though that story will need to wait as the tunnel's low ceiling clears. Geralt straightens up. It's dark, musty, and there's an odd ash-like substance drifting in the air. He peers up, around. What...?
It's not anything he recognizes, but it isn't Steve's cozy attic, either. ]
This isn't my doing.
[ In case Steve was wondering. He glances over his shoulder. Does Steve know where this is? He can admit, there's something familiar in the air. Something he might've scented back in the Horizon, before they collapsed into this place. ]
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[ He did, indeed, say a bear, though that story will need to wait as the tunnel's low ceiling clears. Geralt straightens up. It's dark, musty, and there's an odd ash-like substance drifting in the air. He peers up, around. What...?
It's not anything he recognizes, but it isn't Steve's cozy attic, either. ]
This isn't my doing.
[ In case Steve was wondering. He glances over his shoulder. Does Steve know where this is? He can admit, there's something familiar in the air. Something he might've scented back in the Horizon, before they collapsed into this place. ]