I'll never forget the day I met Geralt of Rivia. I was out for a stroll when I heard about a monster that had terrorized a village. Curious as ever, I went to investigate… and there he was. Him. All in black, stoic, battling this terrifying creature. I was mesmerized! I felt like I was seeing a legendary hero in the flesh. Of course, I couldn't resist running up to him after the fight to congratulate him and offer to sing his praises… which he found horribly boring. But I was already hooked: a Witcher, a real one, mysterious and impassive… and I knew I was going to have to write the greatest song ever heard about him. Since that day, I can't take my eyes off him, even if he's always grumbling because of me.

So there I was, following Geralt along the road, faithful as a shadow… or rather, like a slightly too noisy dog. Him, on his horse, noble, stoic, majestic… and me behind him, guitar slung over my shoulder, singing his praises at the top of my lungs as if the whole world needed to know that the most badass Witcher was passing by.

Of course, he growled, glared at me, and sometimes I'd get hit in the head by branches—"it's all part of the adventure!" I told myself. And then things escalated: I tripped, he jumped, and bam! I almost fell into a ditch… Geralt raised an eyebrow, and I got up in heroic mode: "Don't panic! Everything's under control!" Spoiler alert: everything wasn't under control.