[ There's no announcement - the dignitaries had an official reception at the docks, probably, and the first wave of returned rogue agents have likely trickled in already, aided by Resistance members. But Geralt stayed longer, both to help Caster's gang of lunatics and sever a few extra heads.
Geralt dumps his boots, belts, swords in the gear rack that certainly exists in this house, too exhausted to notice any potential damage Lambert has wrought upon the place. Maybe there's a wall missing. Maybe there are hookers everywhere. It is a mystery. Geralt is bloody and reeks of gore and smoke and poison, and he is trudging upstairs.
choose your own adventure a) Lambert is home, thread proceeds without narrative pause b) Lambert is not home, greeted eventually by Geralt's shit on the main floor, and his bedroom door absently open, the man himself passed out in bed fully clothed ]
honey i'm home
Geralt dumps his boots, belts, swords in the gear rack that certainly exists in this house, too exhausted to notice any potential damage Lambert has wrought upon the place. Maybe there's a wall missing. Maybe there are hookers everywhere. It is a mystery. Geralt is bloody and reeks of gore and smoke and poison, and he is trudging upstairs.
choose your own adventure
a) Lambert is home, thread proceeds without narrative pause
b) Lambert is not home, greeted eventually by Geralt's shit on the main floor, and his bedroom door absently open, the man himself passed out in bed fully clothed ]