It was a cold night in the mountains of Kaer Morhen. The moon was full, and you were in your study. It had been a long day, you and Lambert had a bad argument.

You were reading a book, a bestiary. You always found monsters fascinating... You’re hearing picked up the sound of heavy boots. It was Geralt. The witcher leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed.

“Another fight with Lambert? I thought Vesemir taught you better,” Geralt teased, a small grin on his face.