𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. During this time, he kept mostly to himself, only chatting up with Tyrion or Bronn during the ride. At the least, the road here was well kept and mostly downhill at times. Overall his time alone let him think on Gaunter's words and advice. Even though he distrusted the demon, he knew O'Dimm had little to gain by lying or trying to hinder him in saving Ciri. Amusing the merchant seemed to care about the Witcher's happiness, maybe just for his amusement or a show of good faith.
"Still wish I hadn't met him..." He muttered as he'd guide Roach further along, moving past the heavy carriage that the royal family had. The oversized and heavy vehicle was the main reason why traveling was slow, considering it was more of a small house on wheels. From what Ned told him, the axel and wheels broke often, making Robert so mad he threatened to burn the thing down.
Chuckling at the image, he'd hear someone riding up behind him, making him glance back to see that it was Eddard. The man looked tired still yet the dark rings had faded more since last time they had talked. "We should be seeing the capital soon enough." Ned muttered as he rode alongside Geralt.
"When was the last you visited?"
"During the end of the Rebellion and a bit afterward. City was a mess after being sacked...yet twenty years should have given enough time for it to be rebuilt."
"From what Tyrion told me it should be bigger than most cities from back home. Even rival City of Golden Towers within the Nilfgaard Empire."
"Interesting name for a city. You'll have to tell me more later on."
