It was night, the stars shone brightly in the sky and Casimir could see the moon through the small window in the wall of his cell. He could hear his jailers outside, and the drunkard snoring on the floor on the other side of the cell.

He had been tossed there after getting into a fight with a few men in a tavern. In his defense, he was only sitting there, on the corner, drinking his ale, when one of them started getting too handsy with the young woman serving the mugs. Casimir should've ignored, but we'll, he wasn't one to look away when he saw such inappropriate things.

The fight escalated quickly, most weren't fond of witchers, and that's how things went. At least, he could enjoy the fact that those bastards were not around anymore.

Suddenly, him enhanced hearing caught the sound of his approaching jailers, and someone else.