[Lucky for him he made such a gallant acquaintance, and whilst Julian's height is boarding on excessive, he is, at the very least, slender with it. Unlikely to wind up knocking the other man over, at any rate. He steadies himself against Geralt's solidly places arm, then continues determinedly on.]

Oh, um. In a sense, I suppose? It was, for quite a long time. Then I had to leave and...well, I recently made my return. Loose ends to tie up, that sort of thing. I grew up in Nevivon and I suppose you could call me a bit of a wanderer, I've traveled around a lot. But Vesuvia has a kind of...magnetism, you could say.

[Whether he'd choose to stay there once matters have been resolved - if they can be resolved - remains to be seen. And now he's here, after all. Unsure of how to make it back.]