Reima "Yeah bro, I'm finally back." he says with a smile.

Arie walks up and Reima a.s.sumes he's gonna grab his arm as they used to do... However, *Crack!* a fist slams into face, though the only thing it did was turn his head slightly. "b.a.s.t.a.r.d! You f.u.c.ked off for ten years and act like everything is "Alright"!?" he asks with an angry look.

Reima doesn't react to the punch and continues holding Snuffles in his arms, "I don't know what your problem is but there's a reason to my absence." he says.

Arie "Like what? What could you have possibly been doing for ten years which prevented you from even sending a letter!?!"

Reima shrugs, "Well travelling to different worlds is one, another is getting stuck in a world that had it's time slowed down..."

Arie shakes his head, "You're still joking around? You wanna take this outside!?!"

Ciri steps inbetween them and separates them, "Reima's telling the truth, he's like me and has been travelling different worlds... I know because I met him in one."

Arie eyes her and Reima suspiciously but just shakes his head, "Whatever, we'll work out our problems once this is over. Man to man."

Reima "Oh, I didn't know you felt that way about me Arie."

Arie shakes his head, "You know what I mean." he says, leaning on a nearby pillar and waiting for an explanation.

Reima nods at Lambert, Eskel and Vesemir. "Nice to see you guys, seems like forever ago doesn't it."

Vesemir nods, "I'm glad to see you're still above land and not rotting in some monster den in Toussaint."

Lambert snorts, "That kids always been a monster, no way anything but an army of Fiends was going to take him out."

Eskel "Can we just cut to the chase already? My heads pounding."

Vesemir looks at him in exasperation, "What kind of Witcher can't handle their drink."

Eskel points his thumb at himself, "This one, so can we get this over with?"

Yennefer "We're waiting on Emion."

Ciri "And Hjalmar." she adds.

Geralt grumbles, "How many times am I going to ring this bell." he says as he rings it one more time.

Finally a large red haired man wearing expensive Skellige warrior clothing walks down the stairs, following by a man with graying black hair who's wielding a staff.

Ciri "Hjalmar!"

Hjalmar smiles, "Ciri, is that you? I almost didn't recognise ye!" he says they both greet eachother with a hug.

Ciri "You've changed a lot since we last saw eachother... I think the beard suits you." she says.

Hjalmar nods, "Good, cause I'm not shaving it! Hahahaha!"

Ermion smiles at their reunion, he'd always considered Ciri as one of his own and treated her as such. "Geralt, is it time?" he asks.

Geralt shakes his head, "Not yet. Now that everyone's here we can begin discussions over what to do."

Hjalmar "What else is there to do? We fight them when they come, that's what I say." he states.

Ermion "If only it were so easy." he interjects, "I'm not knowledgeable on the tactics that the Wraiths employ but it won't be your average army for certain."

Geralt nods, "I've fought them before, even killed a general with Keira. Their Navigators will transport troops inside the keep and use the White Frost to go on the offensive."

Vesemir "We can't defend Kaer Morhen if they can bypa.s.s the walls as if they were nothing... Has anyone got something that can deal with it?"

Reima shrugs, "I can probably set up some runes but I'm not sure if they'll work." he says, not really sure if he could create a rune cl.u.s.ter before they arrived.

Yennefer "I can deal with it, though I have no idea for how long."

Geralt nods, "Good enough, as long as we don't have them coming from behind us we should atleast have a chance.

Roche "Me and Ves could prepare some guerrilla style traps, but it would depend on how much time we have until they get here."

Yennefer "They shouldn't arrive until tomorrow at the earliest, Reima has already done damage to some of their forces, they'll be preparing their forces instead of tracking Ciri which should give us more time than we had initially antic.i.p.ated."

Roche crosses his arms "Good enough." he states.

Zoltan "I've brought my' tools, if anyone needs any maintenance let me know. Other than that I'll be brewin' my Mahakem mix, s.h.i.+te's so volatile it'll make Napalm look like a wet fart!"

Vesemir "Before we talk about offence we need to sh.o.r.e up our defence. The walls of Kaer Morhen are falling apart as we speak, we need them repaired before we can even contemplate other things."

Reima interjects, "Ah, I may have a solution to that problem..."

Ciri "Are you talking about "Them"?" she asks.

He nods, "Yeah, bet they'll be excited for something else to do... They're quite bored just looking after animals."

Geralt "You two, you've lost us... What, or who are you talking about?" he asks with the others nodding along.

Reima "Ah, wait a moment. I'll get them." he says as he steps back into a vacant area of the hall. His hands begin to glow Turquoise as he plunges them forwards, forcing a crack in reality itself before slowly opening it, revealing a snowy land on the other side that blows a chilly breeze into the hall. He sticks his head in and shouts, "Hinky! I've got a job for you lot!"

The other people of the room watch with shocked fascination as around a hundred Elves appear through the portal, all of them wearing elegant looking clothing except for one of them, which elects to wear some kind of heavy winter coat.

Hinky "Yes Master!?!"