[Myr's own reasons for inviting himself along on this little jaunt were simple: He also needed an escape from the city in the aftermath of the Circle's dissolution. An escape that meant helping someone in desperate need? All the better. The sheer urgency of the situation--Cwyld-infected Turnskin, forest full of temperamental bears, the full moons coming on--made it a perfect distraction from all the things he doesn't want to be thinking about right now.
He's under no illusion that this will be easy, but it's a damn sight more straightforward than the disaster the rest of his life's become.
Eagerness (and desperation) made him punctual to the rendezvous Geralt had given him. He's hard to miss, having taken deer-shape for their foray into Wilde: An enormous white stag nearly the size of a moose with all his gear tidily strapped to his back and an incongruous blindfold wrapped around his face. His ears swivel toward the sounds of someone--several someones? And is that a horse?--approaching; he lifts his antlered head from investigating a fallen log.]
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He's under no illusion that this will be easy, but it's a damn sight more straightforward than the disaster the rest of his life's become.
Eagerness (and desperation) made him punctual to the rendezvous Geralt had given him. He's hard to miss, having taken deer-shape for their foray into Wilde: An enormous white stag nearly the size of a moose with all his gear tidily strapped to his back and an incongruous blindfold wrapped around his face. His ears swivel toward the sounds of someone--several someones? And is that a horse?--approaching; he lifts his antlered head from investigating a fallen log.]
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