"What?" Eskel's pale yellow eyes widen and he half sits up again. "What do you mean?" He can only imagine how Lambert, the most bitterly angry of all of them about his being taken from his parents to be raised a witcher, feels about this. He's probably missing a lot of awkward dinners, staying up in his room like he's been doing. Or everyone in this keep is playing close to the chest with their respective secrets.
He feels conflicted about it himself: Theirs is a life he has made his peace with, but would not wish on any child.
He blinks as if Geralt's question has just caught up with him, too far away in his own thoughts for a moment.
"Not far from here, actually. I don't think my body would have made it if I had been too far from the keep. Four hours due south on foot maybe?"
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Date: 2023-08-27 05:02 pm (UTC)He feels conflicted about it himself: Theirs is a life he has made his peace with, but would not wish on any child.
He blinks as if Geralt's question has just caught up with him, too far away in his own thoughts for a moment.
"Not far from here, actually. I don't think my body would have made it if I had been too far from the keep. Four hours due south on foot maybe?"