[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Edge of the Blue- Limsa Lominscuttle Town- The Bismarck[/center]
[center]Lvl 6 (64/60) -> Lvl 6 (66/60) [/center]
[center]Word Count: 798 words[/center]
[center][@DracoLunaris] [@Zoey Boey][/center]

Geralt followed the rest of the war summit loosely, careful not to be too obvious in his contempt for the bluster between the commanders. Oh, sure, they had some good points about the merits and flaws to using each of their own types of ships and for what, but there was an obvious bias each held towards their own units above others. He'd always hated commanders who couldn't see past the 'brilliance' of their own plan until it was shoved in front of them by an enemy. 

Merylwyb's comment about how it wouldn't be necessary to figure out exactly [i]how[/i] the Abyssals were reviving their army rubbed him the wrong way. In a way she wasn't exactly wrong that the details might not have been a vital part of their plan of attack, but it was also possible that they were charging headfirst towards the Abyssals' most heavily-defended base, and this plan was a massacre waiting to happen. Still, he kept silent, knowing that the goodwill and assistance they'd bought was the most important thing. He didn't necessarily want to throw them to the wolves, but if it came down to it, he had an idea of how he'd justify it to the others. 

This was for their sake, after all. Slowing their advance into the heart of Galeem's army would only prolong the combat and potentially lead to more death. No, their best bet in saving their newfound allies would be to push their way through as the tip of the spear. Defeating the Guardian and freeing the area would also, hopefully, end the Abyssals' war with the locals. If it didn't, Geralt wasn't sure what they'd do, but he was pretty sure they'd end up helping the denizens of Limsa out, anyway. As much as he'd hate to get involved in yet another war, it wouldn't sit quite right with him. Letting the 'distraction' team fight the main force while they went after theit objective was one thing, but leaving them to their fate after everything? No, he couldn't imagine going through with something so callous. 

Nodding to those gathered as a way of agreeing with Kamek's quick gesture of appreciation, Geralt gestured to the wizard that he was ready to go. "We can kill two birds with one stone if they've gone and brought peach back to the ship. Let's head back and see what progress they've made." 

As the two did that, Geralt's eyes narrowed to slits as a flash of white, tremendous in size for how far away it must have been, appeared in his vision. The Witcher stopped, his heart momentarily racing and his breath hitching before normalizing. Memories of watching Ciri step into the White Frost flashed before his eyes, and his hand clenched at his side, shaking slightly. [i]I need to find her...[/i]

It was another moment before he was able to shake off the reaction to the bomb. "That was where Red team was, wasn't it? I...can't imagine anything surviving that. It's done, then?" He paused for a moment. "How anti-climactic." Sighing, the mercenary shrugged. "Still, better than you lot getting yourselves killed for a few Spirits." With that, he continued to head back to where they'd left their fellow seafarers. 

They arrived shortly before Sakura awoke, Geralt brusquely greeting the gathered Seekers, before gesturing to Sakura with a confused and not unconcerned expression. "What did she do to herself?" He asked. They all seemed calm, certainly not agitated or coming down from a fight, so he figured she'd gone and done something silly again rather than worry that they'd been attacked.

She actually woke up almost right then, and Geralt rolled his eyes at the street fighter. "Good morning, kid, have a nice nap?" He quipped, crossing his arms with the look of a father teasing his menace of a child.

It was around then that he noticed the food and remembered that he had not stopped to eat, concerned with the war summit as he was. "I'm going to need some of that as well." Immediately ignoring his own request, Geralt looked between Kamek and the gathered group before shrugging. "We can tell the others later. The good news is we've got a plan of attack and an escort. Bad news is we have until tomorrow morning to prepare, and then it's off to war. Worse news is if I know anything about military types, we'll be on our own for the most part while they worry about dealing with the Abyssals themselves."

Leaving that bombshell to be processed, Geralt wandered over to the food and started looking for something to eat without so much as a word of thanks to whomever had brought it. A hungry Witcher was not a force to be taken lightly.