An important contract from Duchess Anna Henrietta had its perks. Though Geralt was not a man for luxury, enjoying good wine and company whilst he went on his monster hunt was much appreciated. Beauclair had so much to offer, from damsels in distress to knights in shining armour.

Tonight wasn’t out of the ordinary, after reporting on the latest updates, he found himself taking the scenic route before leaving the estate, admiring the vast gardens. The hour was late, and so not a soul could be heard, which made the view more pleasant somehow. Just as he walked his eyes fixed on one other individual on the property. Probably a servant, he thought to himself, yet he couldn’t shake the thought. It’s late, there’s a killer on the loose. They might be up to something. After making up his mind, he walked closer.

“Little late for a stroll, no?” The white wolf asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he stops a few steps behind them, raising a pale eyebrow.