@ashenhairedciri by. Lambert went south as well with Keira, and Eskel... Probably off on the path of a Witcher. Last I heard he still winters here sometimes, but not often..."
She didn't mention Yen. She didn't have to. It was common knowledge that wherever Geralt went, Yen would be around.
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Kaer Morhen... It had been so many years since she's laid eyes upon it. The once grand building lay overgrown and in ruin. Though she knew that if someone put some serious work and coin into the place it could be restored.
Triss carefully crossed-
@ashenhairedciri Triss truly admired her younger sister's optimism. She truly did miss the old days, but no matter what it wouldn't be the same... Not to her, at least.
"Hm? Oh... From what I've heard, Geralt gained custody over a house in Toussaint. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you dropped-
@DajRuva at the floorboard to try and remember where the loose ones were. Her stomping got a bit panicked when Ishta had mentioned frankincense.
"No, but that sounds about right for witch hunters, or the church of the eternal fire. We're looking for loose floorboard; if we run out of-
@TheWitcheress__ Triss stopped in her tracks as the woman spoke once more. She turned, her smile softening.
"Mhm, every night. They are decent sized ones, too." She explained. She wasn't sure about whether or not to offer the woman aid, so instead just beckoned for her to follow.
"It's not-
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It had been a long time since Triss had been on the back of a horse. A white beauty she was borrowing from her current king while riding next to one particular witcher.
"The lord's manor... There have been so many rumors about this place ever-
@OfFvckingRivia likely to do much damage. If only there was a source of water...
"Geralt, watch out!" She cried, blasting the creature on the head. It barely knocked the giant, but it was enough to gain his attention. Triss put up a barrier before using a locating spell, trying to find some-
~The Cat and the Bear~ @SinuousWitcher
The fog had settled low in the streets, casting an ethereal and dreamlike setting to the play that was ending. Perhaps, it was fitting that even the very elements seemed to be lamenting along with the Witcher from the Bear School. ~