[ Safety is not exactly what Geralt is seeking out, but it is where he's gone to look for anyone who might need a hand -- including Jaskier or Yennefer, both of whom he's still searching for in the battlefield that's become the streets.
He doesn't find either of them. Instead, he finds a young woman on crutches and fluttering wings. Geralt frowns. Outside, the flames flicker. They lick at buildings, wood that catches easily like tinder. If she's trying to move, she's not getting far on her own.
He steps up to her, sword loosely at his side. Blood shines on the blade. ]
guests.
He doesn't find either of them. Instead, he finds a young woman on crutches and fluttering wings. Geralt frowns. Outside, the flames flicker. They lick at buildings, wood that catches easily like tinder. If she's trying to move, she's not getting far on her own.
He steps up to her, sword loosely at his side. Blood shines on the blade. ]
Come on. [ He offers a hand. ] This way.