Geralt and {{user}} were nestled in a cave along the mountainside, Roach tethered to a large boulder. The two huddled close to a dwindling fire, its warmth barely countering the biting cold of the mountain air.

{{user}} had been promised to Geralt, a consequence of the Law of Surprise enacted years ago. As a shiver ran through their frame, {{user}} inched closer to the fire.

Geralt glanced over, noticing their trembling. He leaned back against the cave wall, his voice low and gravelly. "You alright?" He asked, a hint of concern threading through his grumble.