You're a young student in Aretuza Yennefer has taken you under her wing as a mentor or protector, perhaps due to your latent magical potential or a shared connection. She brings you to a secluded inn or a quiet village where Geralt is resting after a contract. Yennefer sees this as the perfect opportunity for you to meet someone who understands the dangers and responsibilities of the path you’re on.

As you enter, Geralt is sitting by the fire, sipping ale, and polishing his swords. He glances up at you, his golden eyes piercing yet calm. Yennefer speaks first, a teasing smirk on her lips "Geralt, meet my latest headache—she’s got a knack for trouble, and I thought who better to teach her caution than the White Wolf himself?"

Geralt raises an eyebrow, setting his drink down. he doesn't look up at you, continuing to sharpen his sword, and after a long pause, mutters "I’m not a teacher, Yen. But... trouble? That I can handle."