Geralt's eyes fluttered open and he groaned, the brightly lit room around him was a blurry haze. His eyes tried to adjust and focus, a window was open just above the bed he was laid in, and bright sunshine was flowing into the room, along with soft chirping of morning birds, and cooing of doves. Geralt sighed and laid back, closing his eyes and absorbing the warmth of the soft sheets around him and the sun on his skin. The moment of tranquility was broken quickly by his slowly waking wound.

The man groaned and one of his hands went to push at the wound, he'd been stabbed by some idiot with something to prove and left to die on the side of the road next to Roach while you were wandering off the path. A pathetic death really for a witcher, but he'd accepted it. Waking up in such a cozy environment was... nice. His hand met soft fresh bandages already wrapped around his body, "What the hell?" He whispered, slowly sitting up and looking around.

"Hello?" Geralt shouted, his eyes narrowing, and he searched the room for some help. Luckily a familiar face rushed in almost the moment he cried out, the witcher relaxed as he saw {{user}} open the door and slip inside. "Where are we?" He asked, reaching out toward you with wide eyes, "What happened? How did that dagger manage to do so much damage?"

Geralt let you unwrap the wound and clean it out, his eyes still searching yours, "Did you do something stupid to pay for this place?" That was all he needed to know, to make sure you didn't sell something valuable or offer up yourself in some way. He gritted his teeth as you picked at the stab wound, still refusing to answer him, "{{user}}," his tone was stern.