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[gynvael]

She's here.
In Solvunn.

[cointosser]

I was very afraid you were going to say that.

And with the cultists. Eesh. I do not envy her.

[Not that he's met her, but he knows Geralt is fond, as is Ciri, so Triss must be very wonderful -- and extremely patient -- indeed.]

I am sorry to hear it. She's contacted you, then? All right, I assume?

[gynvael]

A double-bladed edge, to be certain.

[ He does not wish for her to be thrown into this turmoil, but he can't say he isn't relieved that it is her if it must be someone. And they could use her help. ]

We met in Nocwich.
She's okay.

[cointosser]

[Jaskier has the exact same thought: better friend than foe. And, boy. They've gathered a lot more foes in the last few years, haven't they?

Well. Geralt has. Jaskier is simply there to witness them.]

Are you worried for her?

[gynvael]

Triss can look after herself.
But...Solvunn boasts strange forces.

[ Thorne, they understand like the back of their hands. The Free Cities, to a degree. Solvunn—much about it remains a mystery to him. Still, there are good people in Solvunn. People he trusts. ]

[cointosser]

Oh, you mean like cultists and their very fucked up gods? I hope you've at least given her a warning, Geralt. It'd be rude otherwise.