Elder Blood Witcher 482 Measuring Match

Reima "So, what's with your armour?" he asks, eyeing the School of the Wolf armour he's currently wearing. To be honest he'd been expecting Geralt to have something better than that, while it's not bad armour it definitely isn't suited to the "best Witcher around".

Geralt looks down in confusion and parrots the question, "What's wrong with it?"

Reima shrugs, "It looks worse than your old Kaer Morhen armour... I mean, what's that tiny jerkin supposed to protect? Your nipples?" He comments with Ciri chuckling with him.

Geralt "You know the answer already but I'll tell you again, it helps with School of the Wolf movements. Besides, I don't think what you're wearing is any better... Might as well be wearing full-plate." he states as he glances over Reima's Master Craft Ursine-like armour.

Reima "Yeah? Well I can guarantee your weapons are worse then mine." he says with a smirk and crossed arms.

Geralt smirks, "Wanna bet?"

Reima puts his hand out, "500 Gold coins." he says, not specifying the kind of coin.

Geralt nods and shakes his hand, "500." he says as they both begin unsheathing their blades.

Reima props his swords up on a nearby chair with Geralt doing the same, they admire them for a moment. The former looks over Winter's Blade, the steel sword has a Nordic look with numerous blue runes covering the blade. It's a powerful weapon from what Reima can tell, he turns his attention towards the Silver Sword, it looks like a regular blade with the exception of the red runes covering it and the Wolf Pommel. He reaches over and tests their sharpness with his fingernail, finding them to be almost razor sharp, though there are some tiny indentations as though they'd recently been used in combat. "Good, but nowhere near mine." he states, with the old wolf doing his own tests on Reima's Silver Knight Straight Sword and Black Knight Sword.

Geralt hefts the Black Knight Sword up and groans, "How do you use this in combat? It must be half my weight!"

Reima "I've gotten stronger." he simply says as he retrieves it from Geralt with such ease it makes the Witcher blink in surprise. "Not to mention it's made from a metal not seen before in this world."

Geralt "Right, and that thing on Ciri's back is real." he say sarcastically.

Ciri "Ah? You mean Seath?" she asks.

Geralt "You named that wall-piece?"

Ciri "I'll have you know that it's a fine blade." she says, unsheathing it and handing it to him.

Geralts about to comment on how worthless a blade made from gla.s.s would be but is speechless when he gets a hold of it... It's weight suggest that it's not simply made from gla.s.s, it's quite similar to steel actually.

Reima "Don't judge it by it's looks Geralt, I made that myself with the soul of an ancient dragon I'd slain." he says without any bravado in his tone.

Geralt shakes his head in disbelief and hands it back to Ciri, "Ah, I almost forgot... I found these inside the property of "Three Hags" you may well remember." he says as he hands Ciri three Medallions... They consist of Wolf, Griffin and Cat.

Ciri "You found them? I'd thought they were lost off the coast of Skellige!"

Reima looks at them weirdly, "Where did you get those from?" he asks, wondering where you could find three different Witcher necklaces...

Ciri's expression darkens for a moment before replying, "Leo Bonhart." is all she says.

Geralt quickly changes the topic and turns to Reima. "So, what have you been doing in the past ten years? You don't look older then eighteen which shouldn't be possible."

Reima shrugs, "I was stuck in a world that was slowly ending which caused the time to dilate and slow... I was there two years but ten ended up pa.s.sing outside."

Geralt "The world was ending? Was it the White Frost?" he asks while rubbing his chin.

Reima shakes his head, "No... The world was weird but the Frost didn't have anything to do with it."

Ciri "Speaking of the Frost... Geralt, have you had any "Dreams" lately?" she asks with a serious face.

Geralt shakes his head, "None... They stopped around a year ago, I have no idea why."

Ciri "Me to... I stopped getting them around the same time."

Reima "This is about that old Prophecy I'm guessing?"

The duo nods, "I've been trying all my life to find the answer to it, I have a few idea's but I'd rather not air them." Ciri says.

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Reima "Hang on, don't you owe me 500 gold Geralt?"

The Witcher shakes his head, "A weapon's effectiveness is determined by it's wielder.. But if you really want the coin we could have a few Gwent matches." he says.

Reima sighs, "No it's fine, I don't want to play Gwent..."

Ciri laughs, "You still playing that old card game? I wonder if you've completed the set yet?"

Geralt small smile turns into a frown, "Definitely not. Every time I find a new card more are created... It's as if the creators base their cards on real people and ma.s.s produce them." he growls out.

Reima shakes his head, deciding to change the subject otherwise he suspects Geralt will go on all day. "So, what've you been doing Geralt?"

His forlorn expressions changes back to his neutral one, "Well, running in circles trying to find Ciri would be the main thing."

Ciri "Hey, I was looking for you as well. However it was like any mention of you, Yen or even Triss was forbidden " she says.