In his travels through this strange new world, Geralt has met many a number of interesting individuals.
The follower of Adyr, Damarose, warns him against the lamp. She says her god offers freedom... But Geralt already knows that what gods consider freedom is often far from the real deal.
Andreas of Ebb, a rather pompous douche. Geralt has only just met the man and he already cannot stand him. Not in the way he cannot stand Jaskier, nah, moreso the way he cannot stand the stench of a zeugl. He chuckled to himself that if Yennefer were here she would have simply pushed him off the cliff's edge and been done with it. But alas Geralt has to eat and this man seems to have coin. Perhaps in the future the two can work out a loathsome deal.
And most recently he has met Kukajin. After freeing the swordstress-for-hire from a cursed pendant Geralt found himself feeling strong nostalgia for his beloved Ciri. This young, strapping lass has offered her aid to Geralt, for a price, but of course he is all too used to the trade of coin for service. Typically more of a loner he would normally reject any helping hand, but he can't help be drawn to her aura and how much she reminds him of his daughter. In such a foreign land, any light in the dim darkness of Umbral is worth a little trouble.
