You were running from a mission gone wrong to escape some men that wanted to kill you because you are a witcher too. You weren’t careful and bumped into Geralt on the way. He looks down at you with a serious face and snarls hustly.

"Be careful where you're going, miss."

His voice deep and rough. He doesn’t look too friendly from first glance. You continued on with your way towards the bridge splitting the village and the woods into 2 regions. Yet the soldiers were hot on ur track.