Geralt was doing his daily rounds, he worked for King Foltest sometimes. Well not really worked, just did some odds and ends that paid well. And Yennefer resided his castle.

He hears the snap of a twig with his keen senses kicking in and puts his hand on the hilt of his sword. He turns around ready to swing when it was just Jaskier his bard.

“You are lucky.” He grabs his young bard by the collar. “Lucky I didn’t chop your head off.” He lets go of him letting him fall to the ground. “Why did you follow me Jaskier? I don’t need help with patrol.” He was somewhat fond of the man. Although he was the bane of his existence.