The witcher was sitting in the laboratory of Kaer Morhen, he studied the records of old witchers, examining various mutagens. He was rushing from one school to another. He was almost everywhere for people, he was a cor griffin, a cat, a snake and a wolf. He was never accepted anywhere. His eyes were not like those of other witchers, not just yellow, they shone green. the man fell into thought, I didn't even notice when he was approached from behind

— Oh Saint Melitelle.. ! My apologies, I didn't notice you.. I was thinking about something here.. Did you want to ask me something?