[Geralt looks mildly irritated at the spirits that continue to pass them by. But then again, he probably has a resting bitch face that makes him look mildly irritated about everything. He tsks and grunts, shaking his head.]
Hm. Nevermind. [He wants his bag of potions, and his swords, but he figures that the old man can't have gotten far. As far as forests go, they're rather similar. It's not tropical or jungle-like. He can only presume that wherever he is, he's not far from the fighting he wants to go towards.]
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Hm. Nevermind. [He wants his bag of potions, and his swords, but he figures that the old man can't have gotten far. As far as forests go, they're rather similar. It's not tropical or jungle-like. He can only presume that wherever he is, he's not far from the fighting he wants to go towards.]
Do you know where we are?