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[Huh. Ianchus is using the texting function for once.]

Is somebodyy near the souhern cliffs of thE NOrthern island? I'm in need ofF some assistance. Thank You!

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[thanks_bunches]

Alright then. Save your energy I think I have your trail. I'll be with you soon.

[ Geralt kept his device open, just in case they text back. In the meantime, he activated his Witcher sense and followed the males trail to the edge of the cliff. Taking a route down the cliffside, using the bushes and large rocks on the way down as pit stopped as he weaved his way down like a sidewinder in the desert.

When he finally found the man, the smell of his wounds and pain was overwhelming to him. Sneaking a little before making his way over. ]

Well then, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

[ He sighed, feeling sorry for him as he knelt down to examine the wounds. ]

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[Ianchus opens his eyes a crack, and then manages to fix a smile at Geralt, trying to shift a little then groaning and lying back down]

You as well, Mister...?

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[thanks_bunches]

[ That gets a small laugh from Geralt, the guy is in a pretty messed up shape and he's asking Geralt if he's well?

He kneels down beside him, touching his forehead with the back of his hand, gauding the temperature before gently frisking down his body, looking for where it hurts the most. ]

Done a real number on yourself haven't you? Do you think you can move, or am I gonna have to carry you?

[ He'd offer a potion, but the toxicity of them might just finish him off. Maybe he'd want that? Maybe he'd thrown himself willingly off that cliff and it just wasn't enough to do the job right? Morbid but a possibility. ]

I can patch you up as much as I can. Get some herbs to take the pain away and relax you.