Hiding from Hunters.

Reima stops in place and Ciri turns to him with a questioning gaze, "I haven't got any local currency... I think we need to pay a visit to Gringotts."

Ciri sighs "Fine. but you owe me some answers later."

Reima "Erm actually, we should probably get the Wild Hunt off of your tail first..."

Ciri "Impossible." she states blankly.

Reima "Just trust me on this, I have a closer relationship with you than you'd think."

She looks as if she wants to retort but he interrupts her, "Ok, I need you to teleport back to the forest you first arrived in, lets find a quiet place." he says as he looks around for an alleyway. She would try to argue with this strange Witcher more but she's been running for a few days straight, any chance to rest is very welcomed.

Reima drags her away from the crowd and after a few minutes of prodding she gives in and teleports them both to a dark forest. She looks at him expectantly as if he's about to do something significant.

Reima "Alright, now teleport to any random world..."

...

Ciri "Tell me what you are planning first and then I'll consider it." she says crossing her arms in defiance.

Reima "Just do it, teleport us a few times and then I'll show you. I swear on my life that my plan will work."

Ciri "Fine, but if you try anything don't be surprised when I fight back." she says as she teleports them multiple times, a world of lava and giant fire snakes, water and massive leviathans, a world inhabited by prey mantises? They finally stop in a modern looking world, Reima's about to use his own teleportation to bring them back when he sees a mouse slamming a pan on a grey and white cats head... Ciri notices this as well and seems confused and intrigued at the sight.

Reima "Yeah, no... Ok, don't be surprised when I do this."

Ciri "Wait wh-" she's cut off as they both vanish again and reappear in the alleyway they'd first left from.

Ciri seems alarmed at what he'd just done and looks at him accusingly while preparing to draw her weapon, "Who are you!"

Reima holds his hands up in a non-threatening gesture, "Did Geralt ever give you a diary?"

The frown on her face softens slightly, "And how would you know about that?"

Reima shrugs, "I wrote it of course."

...

Ciri seems to conenct the dots in real-time, "You... you're Geralt's lost apprentice!"

He nods, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Cirilla, although I hadn't expected to meet you so soon, or in such dire circumstances..."

Ciri "I still do not understand, all I did was kill one man...." she says hesitantly.

Reima "I'm sure you've guessed already but I'm like you, we both share the same blood, you ever have visions of the future?" She nods at this, "I also receive them, and with Blacks death this world stands a good chance at being taken over by a racist dictator who'll conduct mass genocide the likes of which no-one has ever seen before..."

She stutters as the realisation sets in, "And it'll be my fault?"

Reima nods grimly, "But it's fine since I'm here... Although we'll have to stay here for around a year depending on how everything goes."

Ciri "Ah, I can't stay that long, I have to get back and find Ava-My friend."

Reima "I hate to guilt trip you into this but you might literally be the cause of this worlds destruction... Besides that friend of yours likely has many contingency plans, right?"

Ciri "What, how do-"

Reima waves his hand, "Visions, visions..."

She reluctantly sighs, "Fine. Are you sure it will only take a year?"

He nods, "Just think of it as a vacation while I do the hard work."

Ciri "Can the Wild Hunt really not find us? I mean, you didn't do anything different from me?"

Reima shrugs, "They don't seem to be able to track my powers so we're safe."

After the long discussion they walk over to the large bank Gringotts, Ciri reads the warning poem on the doors as they step through,

"Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there... Rather dramatic for a bank."

Reima chuckles, "Well I'd also always be angry if I was a Goblin, not much races worse than that." he says as a an Armoured Goblin lowers his Halberd in front of them.

"No weapons allowed." he says gesturing towards their swords.

Reima "Don't wands also count as weapons? Why would a Sword be any different?"

The Goblin sneers under his helmet, "You think we wouldn't have ways to disable wands in our own bank?" he spits, "You humans..." he trails off as he catches sight of Reima's eyes.

Reima "Fine, give me a second... Ciri pass me your sword." he says as he unbuckles his sheaths from his back. He receives Ciri's sword and stores it away into his Folded Space, the Goblin glares at him wide eyed by lets him pass through regardless.

Ciri "What kind of magic was that? I've never seen anything like it."

Reima shrugs, "You'd think after passing through so many worlds you would learn something... I guess you can be forgiven with the Wild Hunt on your tail but you should definitely be more prepared."

She huffs at this, "I tried... I was told to not practise practical magic due to my status as a source, apparently exploding was not an uncommon occurrence."

Reima "That's for regular sources, you're the wielder of the Elder Blood, it's adaptability wouldn't allow your magic to run amok."