[ John finds it amusing at the very least. He's had rougher ways to get around. Dimension hopping is always a little more on the jarring side than he generally likes. Too useful a trick to dismiss completely. He can't even count the worlds he's visited.

He wasn't sure what happened during his small excursion to find Roach but Yennefer has been distant and angry ever since. The latter is a guess but it seems a safe one.

The closer they got the more the salt in the air came to him. Could almost remind him of Liverpool if one forgot that he walked into a Ren Faire world. He feels the power of this place, old and amplified and incredible. It also feels---familiar somehow. More questions. More bloody questions. ]

Wouldn't be the first woman I've traded barbs with. I promise I've already survived worse.

[ He does, depending on what they are. No one here knows his history so it's easy to avoid things that actually might cut. They dismount and he strolls along next to them. (Roach was a nice lady and all but he's not really for the horseback riding.)

Geralt is used to words bandied as barbs. He's used to all the taunts and terrible things that are said of him. What holds the possibility of testing his patience currently is the fact that Stregobor may well be in this place. The temptation to run him through on sight will be hard to dismiss. ]

Devil, eh? Yeah, I can see it. That deviousness is all in the eyes.

[ He would know he is devious to his core. ]