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It was comforting that he didnât ask any questions, didnât try smother her in concern. Robin would have. As much as she loved him, Marian knew sheâd had to fight to be taken seriously by any of the men in her past life. This one was often the same, but with a few exceptions. âDidnât realise you were here either.â She slid his drink across the bar back to him, waiting to catch the bartenders attention. âIâm setting up a legal clinic, figured Woodshore was as good a place as any.â It was a smooth half truth, as sheâd really come because of a letter, one she wished sheâd never gotten. âI hope youâre having a better time here than I am.â When the bartender finally walked over with she presumed was meant to be a charming smile, she rolled her eyes as she ordered a drink for herself, and a second for Geralt.
   seemed to be the case with more than a few people. geralt had yet to figure this place out completely, or how some people forgot their lives while others had flooded memories come back to them. it was frustrating, not having the answers or anyone he trusted enough to ask for help in research. hand reached out for the drink, wrapping around the glass. âcouldnât hurt. iâm sure this place could use something.â not that he knew much about what marian would be doing once it was set up. still, he couldnât help but feel some relief at seeing her in woodshore. âhm. i wouldnât go that far.â memories from his past heâd rather forget, uncertainty growing the more his bard continued to be unaware of life before the fake memories. geralt wasnât a fan. âthereâs someone here i know. he has no memories of our life beforehand. do you have experience with this??â

















