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[niespodzianka]

Geralt. [ he shrugs. ] Used to be 'of Rivia', but nobody here's from anywhere familiar.

[ So, just Geralt it is. Because it was a made-up title in the first place; he's not from Rivia. Mutants just occasionally take false surnames and toponyms to seem less like outsiders. Humans trust them easier if they seem like real people. ]

Are you from here?

[bitr]

I live here. [ and after a beat, where she hopes masks her realization and surprise, ] But I am from beyond the mirrors. Lagertha.

[ lagertha seems to, very barely, drop her aim. the point of her arrow goes to the earth, and she steels her expression the way she has since the moment she's walked across his path. trying not to smile, trying not to— ]

You're the witch fucker, then.

[ and then she can't help it. it's a small one. she's heard of you, geralt. if you're taking care of that girl— you might as well be okay. for now. ]

[niespodzianka]

[ Huh. Geralt tilts his head, appraising her as his eyes glint like an animal's. He can see her and her shifting expression very well, despite the low light. ]

When the opportunity arises.

[ Funny how that reputation has now bled to not one, not two, but three different worlds. Is it better or worse that this joke is because he sassed someone, and not because he's fucked half the Coven? Ah, well. ]