[ His answer comes after a delay. There isn't much to explain. Something tells him the cellar says plenty, between the sparse rickety beds, the rack of swords, the lock on the door.
In the quietest moments, a faint ghost of sobbing can be heard. Or perhaps that's only the wind. Geralt ignores it all the same. ]
This is Kaer Morhen. Another section. Where we were kept.
[ The Horizon's space isn't endless. The keep is smaller there. Doesn't sprawl across the mountain, hasn't got the treacherous trail that winds around it nor the full grounds of the fortress.
In either case. What difference does it make? (More than he wants it to.) He watches Steve tug the lock to no avail, then grabs one of the worn training swords from the rack. Blunt, but sturdy. Heavy, to a young boy. Makes for a good blunt instrument.
He holds it out. He gives no reason as to why it must be Steve. More specifically, why it can't be Geralt. ]
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In the quietest moments, a faint ghost of sobbing can be heard. Or perhaps that's only the wind. Geralt ignores it all the same. ]
This is Kaer Morhen. Another section. Where we were kept.
[ The Horizon's space isn't endless. The keep is smaller there. Doesn't sprawl across the mountain, hasn't got the treacherous trail that winds around it nor the full grounds of the fortress.
In either case. What difference does it make? (More than he wants it to.) He watches Steve tug the lock to no avail, then grabs one of the worn training swords from the rack. Blunt, but sturdy. Heavy, to a young boy. Makes for a good blunt instrument.
He holds it out. He gives no reason as to why it must be Steve. More specifically, why it can't be Geralt. ]
Try this.