[ Trust is difficult. He more than understands. It started professionally—Dean is reliable on a hunt, can manage the desert conditions fine, and that made him easy company—but even Geralt won't deny that they've long become friends. It's rare for Geralt, too. ]
I seldom trust human hunters. [ They call themselves many things: knights, mercenaries, adventurers. Most make him wary. At best, they get in the way, too arrogant to understand their limits. ] He's...different.
[ He leans back, relaxed in the silence. The moon is half-formed, a sliver behind the clouds. In all the realms they could've landed in, he can at least be grateful shares a similar landscape. He's witnessed enough memories of steel and grey stone—and not a patch of grass in sight—to understand he'd not have a clue what to do there.
At the question, he shifts. ] Only the battle. Blood, the usual. I know you retrieved him for a purpose.
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I seldom trust human hunters. [ They call themselves many things: knights, mercenaries, adventurers. Most make him wary. At best, they get in the way, too arrogant to understand their limits. ] He's...different.
[ He leans back, relaxed in the silence. The moon is half-formed, a sliver behind the clouds. In all the realms they could've landed in, he can at least be grateful shares a similar landscape. He's witnessed enough memories of steel and grey stone—and not a patch of grass in sight—to understand he'd not have a clue what to do there.
At the question, he shifts. ] Only the battle. Blood, the usual. I know you retrieved him for a purpose.