Elder Blood Witcher 530 Jolly-Genocide... Wait...

Lambert "Wondered where you both got off to... Finally went off for the Leshen huh?"

Arie huffs, "Leshen? Seemed more like a Demon than anything else... Thing even gave Reima trouble." he states.

Eskel "You look like s.h.i.t." he says, looking at the wounds covering Arie.

Arie shrugs, "It'll heal eventually."

Reima "If you go see Rhea or Anastacia they'll be able to heal you in no time." he adds.

Arie nods, "I'll go do that, don't forget about us talking to Andre though." he says as he tosses the Leshen head to Lambert and begins to walk towards the encampment outside the gates.

With Arie gone Reima rubs his face and runs his fingers through his hair, now that he was back he needed to start thinking about what should be done for Kaer Morhen and the new residence. The day was getting late though so he went up to the balcony and began to meditate for tomorrow, all the while Snuffles was resting in his lap.

The next day Reima was strolling into the courtyard with Snuffles on his shoulders, a determined look on his face. Already there was Ciri, Geralt, Quelaag, Solaire, Priscilla and the leaders of the Prospects.

Kuretz "Oh, glorious leader! Tell your humble subjects what you require of us!" he exclaims as Reima approaches.

Reima retrieves a chair from his Folded s.p.a.ce and throws it at Kuretz, the furniture shattering against his back as he tries to run. "Screw off Kuretz."

Geralt and Ciri look at each other as the duo begin insulting each other, however, eventually words of reason intervene...

Talem "You can beat each other later, for now, I think it's time to discuss what we should be doing. It's been two days since we've arrived and I think it's time for us to change our living conditions."

Kuretz nods while trying to rub the bruise on his back, "Yeah, tents are great and all but I think I'd like a roof over my head..."

Geralt "Hmm, we're midway through Autumn, creating places to rest for winter would be essential." he says with his arms crossed.

Reima nods, yes housing should be built first, but the main problem, for now, is the structuring of the placements, the stability of land, what kinds of buildings and such... Though, there is one thing they need to rectify before they can even begin to think about construction.

Reima "First, I think we need to talk about the infestation of monsters in the region. We can't rightly build if ghouls, ghosts and fiends are prowling the area."

Quelaag nods, "I agree, during the night my Chaos Servants were attacked by short creatures with claws and fangs."

Ciri snorts, "Well, that's one way to call a Nekker."

Quelaag "I don't care for the name and your input is not helpful." she says with a glare.

Reima interjects into the cat-fight, "Enough. Geralt, what do you think is the best way to clear the area? Apart from burning the forest to the ground obviously."

Geralt rubs his beard for a moment before replying, "Send groups, a Witcher with each... Each group needs to be fitted with Silver Weapons, or at least Silver Plated."

Reima "You think Lambert, Eskel and Vesemir will help?" he asks, now wishing that Arie had stayed a little longer instead of leaving to cash in the Leshen contract.

Geralt nods, "Vesemir is busy with something else, though Eskel would gladly help... Lambert too if you added in drink or coin."

Reima snorts, "I need to bribe Lambert to help?"

Geralt shrugs, "Hmm most likely, though I stand to be correct."

Reima "Right, you guys decide the groups. I'd prefer having Prospects distributed liberally as having someone die to a monster would make this a complete failure. I'll go check with the Blacksmiths and try to get some Silver made, once the groups are formed look over the weapons needing and come to the workshop." he says before leaving.

With Reima gone Geralt gathers everyone and has them follow him out the gate to see what skills and abilities people possess and creating the most effective groups possible.

Inside the workshop, Andre and Vamos were gathering various tools in what looks to be an attempt to transport them somewhere else... Reima walks in and his brows furrow at them, "What're you guys doing? Why are you tearing about the Workshop?"

Andre "Ah, Reima? Good ta see'ya lad. This? We're just moving the tools outside so Coaugh can work with us, I've always wanted to see what the big oaf could do with a hammer!" he exclaims cheerfully.

Oh, right... Coaugh is literally like a statue as he just sits against the wall in the Courtyard, to be honest, he'd forgotten the giant was even there due to how still and silent he is.

Reima "Well, as long as you don't damage anything... Vesemir would have a fit if you broke something. Anyway, I was wondering if you guys could create some Silver weapons for a monster hunt that'll be happening soon?"

Vamos "I'd be 'appy to, but I'm confused as to why Silva' if effective against them."

Reima "It's due to it's cleansing and purifying properties, this also means that the Silver has to be pure, or at least incredibly close to it."

Andre nods, "Alright Reima, just give us the materials, types of weapons ya need and we'll get started..."

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Reima "Er, materials?"

Andre laughs, "You didn't think we s.h.i.t silver now did ya? Hahahaaha!"

Reima grumbles for a moment before finally relenting, he waves his hand and allows many, many silver objects to fall to the floor with a *clank*, candelabra's, broaches and even decorative suits of armour are deposited on the floor. Lordran didn't lack Silver after all.