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    𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝. He had encountered many strange and powerful beings throughout his life. The most powerful spirits, ancient relicts like the Hags and even the Djinn. Yet O'Dimm was something else, a being that didn't follow the normal rules or categories of any monster of his world or beyond. Stopping time, controlling the weather, teleporting, reality-bending and stealing souls. He was certain that was just a fraction of Gaunter's abilities and he was not eager to see any more.

"What are you doing here O'Dimm?" Geralt calmly muttered.

"Where exactly? If you mean this inn it's for the food. Every century they always have something new and pleasing to taste." The man chuckled. "As for this world...well...I consider it a fascinating drama to watch."

"Drama? You make it sound you're watching some play."

"Ah because it is. Every time it's something new. The Doom of Valyria. The Targaryen Conquest. The Dance of Dragons. Robert's Rebellion." He'd smirk. "And now this...I wonder what will play out with you being here. I can say you're really throwing things out of the loop."

"So are you spouting history or trying to make a point?" Geralt questioned sternly.

Gaunter kept that sly smile despite the Witcher's rudeness. "Tell me. What have you noticed about this world? I'm sure you've taken the time to read up on its history quite deeply."

Geralt nodded. "For one this world is nearly magically dead. Seems like the Doom you mentioned ended that era. Such things are expected throughout a world's history, like how it is for the elves' magic and might waning back home." Thinking for a moment though, he'd continue. "Also the world itself. It's...feels stagnate."

"Indeed." Gaunter leaned back on his signpost perch. "I've been to many worlds Geralt. Places that would dazzle and confuse you. I'm sure Ciri has shared a few tales."

"Yes...pretty wild stories considering talk of flying metal carriages and cities of glass towers. Make even the elves even at their grandest sound simple while the human empires look backwards. So what's your point?"

"Doesn't this land seem odd to you? Thousands of years of history yet it's remained the same. Perhaps it is the constant warring and conflict. Maybe a supernatural force holding things back." Yet Gaunter shrugged. "Could be the humans here are just that stupid."

"Get to the point Gaunter. I already feel this matter is a waste of my time."

"Being so dismissive. Geralt, you forget what you bring wherever you go. No matter your intentions be it misguided nobility or selfish gain, you bring change and chaos."

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