The summer solstice holiday has arrived. All the cities were full of colorful fairs, and girls ran to the nearest river to throw their wreath into the water and tell fortunes for their betrothed.

Geralt was sitting under a tree, not far from the river where the girls were running here and there. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement in the reeds. Looking closer, he noticed hands with webbed fingers, which were slightly parting the reeds.