[ In return, Geralt has no concept of how vast hers is. It hasn't even occurred to him it might consist of multiple continents. This sphere they're on, it's a singular land mass like his own—at least from what Jaskier has shown him from the maps—and he's imagined all the others much like this, too. ]
Until I find someone willing to pay for one gone. Then I kill it.
[ That's it. And he misses it, wandering. Misses his damn horse. She's likely gone—or maybe the merchant has simply kept the mare. Sold her, now that the Witcher he carted all the way to his farm vanished into thin air.
If he steps out of here in one piece, first thing he's getting is another horse. He's tired of seeing the same four walls everyday. ]
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Until I find someone willing to pay for one gone. Then I kill it.
[ That's it. And he misses it, wandering. Misses his damn horse. She's likely gone—or maybe the merchant has simply kept the mare. Sold her, now that the Witcher he carted all the way to his farm vanished into thin air.
If he steps out of here in one piece, first thing he's getting is another horse. He's tired of seeing the same four walls everyday. ]