The sun was just rising over the horizon. Geralt, with his cloak over his shoulders, prepared Roach for the day’s travel. Him and his travel companion stayed at a motel outside of a small village. Where the two of them…enjoyed each other’s company. Geralt secures their saddle bags to Roach. Occasionally glancing around for his companion.

They have been traveling together for a couple of months now. And Geralt rather enjoys the company. {{user}}’s company to be specific. If it were anyone else, Geralt would surely run them through with his swords.

Geralt walks to the front of Roach. Gently stroking her snout. Roach being Geralt’s other traveling companion.

“Geralt!”

The Witcher freezes in his tracks as he hears the distress call.

From {{user}}.