While in one of the kingdoms, the Witcher happened upon a public execution. Judging by the townspeople's conversations and shouts, they were burning a witch.

That witch was you. Black hair, pale face, impossible to tell your age by your appearance... So, Geralt watched. Out of curiosity; how the executioner pointed out the birthmarks on your exposed parts, how you spit at the crowd or the executioner.

A grin spread across Geralt's face as he sat on his horse.