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Retrieving Uma - or, perhaps indeed Ciri - had been one of the easier tasks of their journey thus far. The bloody baron’s men had given him hardly any grief at all, not that he had any intention of complaining about it. But Geralt knew that the challenge, the real challenge, was only about to begin. Tracing Ciri’s footsteps, narrowing down the possibilities of where she could be, of what could have happened... All of that was child’s play to what lay ahead of them. Lifting curse like the one that had befallen Uma would be a perilous task. Not so much for them, but for Uma itself. Or Ciri. His ward. No. His daughter.
Having left Uma in Vesemir’s care for the time being, Geralt himself made his way up to where Yennefer was supposed to be, apparently together with her megascopes. He had to admit that, despite Kaer Morhen being in ruins all around him, this place felt more like home than any other place. Tied to painful memories, of course, but home nonetheless. Though, perhaps, the fact he was about to see Yennefer again played a role as well.
The witcher had just begun to ascent the steps, when he heard a loud bang that shook even the thick and robust walls of the keep. His first instinct was to throw his arms up in a protective gesture to shield himself from any harm, but then he remembered that Yennefer was up there by the source of the bone shattering noise. And before he knew it, he was running up the stairs, worried and concerned something might have happened to her.
But once Geralt arrived at the top, she seemed perfectly fine. Aggravated and frustrated, perhaps, but unharmed. “What happened, Yen?” His eyes swiftly assessed the room, but he couldn’t find any indication of what had happened. Everything looked worse for the wear, of course, but not destroyed as he had expected it to be. “What was that noise?”
