It screeches and tries to back away but Geralt drops his weight and severs it's leg in a quick movement.

It looks back at him with blackened blood streaming from it's wounds, it's horrific visage morphing into a beautiful young girls.

??? "Please, I don't mean to harm people... It's just my nature! Leave me be please!" She pleads and begs while pus.h.i.+ng itself away with it's remaining leg.

Geralt "No can-do, I'm busy so just stay there and-" CHOP

He severs it's head in a clean blow before picking it up by the hair and stuffing it in a bag.

It's been a long journey for Geralt, riding straight from Kaer Morhen to Toussaint was a ha.s.sle and required him to take Witcher contracts along the way to supplement his coin. His reason for making his way down to this beautiful duchy? His missing apprentice. Yennefer had just left via a portal to meet with some of her sorceress a.s.sociates when he received what seemed like a quickly scribbled note for Dandelion, it congratulated on his successful birthing on his "son" Reima, and chided him for not telling him sooner... Annoying. The letter was brief but it noted that Dandelion had made a close "Acquaintance" with the d.u.c.h.ess of Toussaint before having to escape from her enraged husband, Typical Dandelion. And that his "Son" had seemingly disappeared from this plane of existence as he had tried to locate him for more ballad ideas. He seems very worried as he even had the d.u.c.h.ess ask all the border, gate and patrol guards whether they had seen him, they all said no which caused the d.u.c.h.ess to claim he was probably killed while fighting some fearsome monster. Naturally Dandelion didn't believe a word of it, the "Son" of the great white wolf wouldn't go down so easily, so he quickly penned the message to him to make sure he knew...

Geralt told the only current resident of Kaer Morhen what was going on before setting off towards Toussaint.

That sums up what led him here... He'd thoroughly scoured almost every inch of the Duchy while looking for him, hoping that he'd not come across his desecrated corpse in some monster den... While Geralt was not a stranger to death and mourning he felt like finding his Apprentice-no, Son, In such a state would kill him. The time he'd ever felt like this before was in his Witcher training, his childhood friends all dying to the mutations that he'd survived, it left him feeling guilty... Like he shouldn't have survived.

He'd been clearing out most of the known monsters and checking their dens for the sword he'd gotten for Reima, luckily or not he'd not found it yet, hopefully he never will.

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He's been missing for around a year now, no leads, no clues... He managed to track Reima to some sort of underwater lab, he was definitely here judging by the utterly destroyed guardian protectors that seemed to have been destroyed relatively recently. He looked through the entire place and found not a trace of his missing student... What he did find though, were notes left on how to augment his Witcher mutations, Reima must've used them. After reading as much as he could he hunting down the centipedes before performing the procedure on himself and feeling all the stronger for it.

After leaving the lab and swimming up to the surface he sees boot marks on the sh.o.r.e, the dirt is dried under the sun and they seem to be quite old for tracks... He gets close and his medallion trembles, he bends down to get a better look and the magic in the air feels empowered... It feels like when Reima used his unique magic, except when he trained it in Kaer Morhen the aftereffects were negligable, they disappeared over an hour or two... What caused this must have used a ma.s.sive amount of power, possible a huge distance "Blink" as Reima used to call it. He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and drops on a tree nearby... Hes alive, is all that ran through his mind. He places his hands on his head and closes his eyes, feeling blissful relief that he'd not have to bury him, not have to hold funeral services... Not have to tell Arie.

Geralt eventually falls asleep by the tree in the warm sunlight for half the day... Until, "h.e.l.lo? Excuse me?... h.e.l.lo?"

Geralt opens his eyes slightly and wincing at the still bright sun, "Ahhhh, Whaddya want?"

??? "Are you Geralt of Rivia?"

Geralt eyes him again, more alert than before. "Depends who's asking?"

??? "King Venzlav of Brugge, that's who. I am here to deliver a message to Geralt of Rivia, if that's you then please sign this." He hands a sheet, feather and some ink. Geralt signs the paper with his signature before handing it back to him.

??? "Thank you very much, here you are." He hands the letter to Geralt and leaves.

He quickly skims through the letter and nods to himself, that's alot-a gold... Just to deliver a message to some Dryads? Easy enough."