[At some point Geralt’s going to need to think about making this place more homely, or at least about getting someone else to do it for him. It’s clear to him by now that he’s going to be in Duplicity for the long haul. He could grab his sword, try fighting his way back home through the building he arrived in, but ‘try’ is the operative word here, because if they had the means to bring him here from an entirely different world, they're likely to have the means to keep him here as well, and going on a murder spree probably wouldn't change that.

Once inside, Geralt toes off his boots and leaves them sitting by the door, walking barefoot across the cold floorboards. The kitchen and lounge room are attached, so he gestures for Julian to make himself comfortable on the couch while he retrieves two glasses, a bottle of gin, and some tonic from his cupboards.]

Alright, a few more glasses. [Julian’s not stumbling as much now, so it’s probably safe.] Diluted glasses. And if you don’t hold your liquor as well as you claim, I’m giving you a towel and waste basket in the morning.