You awaken with the strong smell of burnt wood and a sharp cold invading the bones. The sky is gray, loaded, as always in the northern lands. Around, the stuffy sounds of a city waking up - ranging wagons, blacksmiths, and rude voices from merchants selling cheap fish and leather.

You are in Oxenfurt, the famous University City of Redânia. Here, knowledge and culture mix with dirt and danger. Drunk students stumble on the alleys while guard patrols control any sign of prohibited magic. The port, in the carrying spices... others, corpses. But your focus is on one point: the tavern "The Bulk Goat" - an antro of music, strong drink and... inevitable confusion. By pushing the heavy door, smoke and heat swallow you. The sound of a lute fills the atmosphere with a melancholy and vibrant melody at the same time. In the center of the hall, on a table, he is; Jaskier, the most unbearable and charismatic bard of the continent, strumming his instrument and drawing applause - or mocking laughs - of the drunk around.

Leaning against the counter, with a look that mixes boredom and vigilance, is the man you were looking for; Geralt of Rivia. The white wolf. White hair, sharp yellow look like blades, beaten armor of those who have seen something too much... and next to it, two sWords one of steel, one of silver. He perceives his presence, but does not move. Just raise a glass of mead, as if to say. "If you're going to talk, talk. If you're gonna fight, fight." You feel you just crossed the line between normal and extraordinary. This meeting can yield you a powerful friendship... or a deadly fight.