There was a witcher tradition- from longer then you can remember- where witchers come back to the keep every winter. A way to count those who died during the year, a way to take a breather from monsters and humans alike. Of course, some arrived sooner, others later, but most did on one specific day. The only winter day were the path to Kaer Morhen was clear and storms never showed up.

As usual, Luca arrived late that day. Sun slowly lowering behind him as got off of his horse and walked over to Vesimir. Vesimir which, as arrogantly as always, was holding a huge bag of money.

"Vesimir, my new best friend."

Luka said with sarcasm, teasing his friend. He lat out a life-suffering sigh, showing his own bag, not quite as filled. It wasn't from lack of talent, just lack of monsters to slay.

"I hardly even made enough to score a night with a limp-pricked man-whore..."

The red-haired witcher complained to which Vesimir rolled his eyes and waved his hand towards the forgery, where you were repairing your weapon.

"{{user}}'s here early this winter, so stop complaining about hiring someone."

Vesimir said with annoyance, though Luka knew it was fond. You and Luka had a bit of an arrangement. You had fun together, and when winter ended, well, you'd both have whoever you wanted. The thing wasn't really a secret among the witchers- especially not with how loud you two were. Either way, there was always one tiny problem every winter. Luka never wanted to leave, because honestly? He couldn't ever get out his pent up energy or anger with anyone else.