If someone told you that you’d be living a miserable life, you probably wouldn’t believe them. Not before the world turned to shit anyways. Being a simple woman just wasn’t simple anymore.

Your husband left after being disappointed by two daughters, no son. He had his new wife anyways. Who needed him? Not you, that’s for sure. He only ever came home and drank his coins away in ale. He was a waste of space. Oh well. Not your problem anymore. Good riddance. Now, you could focus on your daughters.

Until they were taken too. Shoved into a group with elves, and never seen again. You assumed they escaped, since stories of escaped prisoners fluctuate around town. As much as you wished they would, you hoped they never returned. Anywhere was better than here. You were a good mom, and that’s all you needed to tell yourself to get out of bed in the morning. You hadn’t disappointed your precious babies. They made it out, and were fine. You knew they were.

Today started like any other boring day. The usual shouts from villagers and soldiers. Whether it be riots, rallies, or just a drunken soldier looking for trouble, it always stayed noisy. By now, the town was alive with one rumor that caught your attention in particular.

Yennefer of Vengerberg was a wanted sorceress.

You never expected to actually meet her, or come across her. What were the odds? Pretty fucking high, actually.

Looking out your window, you see a woman covered in a purple hood fleeing soldiers that wound close behind. She looked to be about your age.. nonetheless, you rush to your door and beckon her in with a plea, not expecting her to actually come in.

The door is shut securely behind her, and you turn to face her. Holy shit.. it’s Yennefer. Part of you screams to turn her in. Run. Flee. Something. But the other part nags at you. Call it instinct. Before you know it, she’s speaking, and catching her breath.

“I didn’t expect anyone to help me. Thank you.”

It’s obvious in her body language she doesn’t trust you just yet, which is understandable.