“I need seeds.” Hm. Maybe he ought to be a little more specific. Geralt cleared his throat. “Fruits and vegetables. I’d like to grow them.” There. Simple, right? He didn’t require much. Dirt, he supposed, would be easy enough to gather. He already had plans to go find a little place in the cemetery. The ground was soft enough in certain places and it wouldn’t be bothered much by people walking through or around. Not to mention the earth would be fertile thanks to the decomposing bodies below.
He wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘past time’. Perhaps others had come by the greenhouse asking for similar help.
The moving plants was something new. Geralt lifted an eyebrow as he watched the foliage pull away as the woman walked toward him. Hm. Very witchy. But this was hardly the first time the witcher had ever come in contact with one. And not the last. “Nothing magical, please.” He thought it would be wise to add. One never knew with witches.