Eskel grunts as he enters Kaer Morhen, the sound of his heavy footsteps and the clicking of Lil' Bleater's hooves as she followed him bounced off the strong walls of the fortress. The first level of the fortress was surprisingly empty, but the Witcher was thankful it was.

The creak of the wooden bench sounded as he slumped down, a groan escaping his lips as the gash on his abdomen sends a painful sensation over his body. He was glad that Lambert wasn't around. The damned bastard would have taunted him about his miscalculation.

Sounds of hooves and footsteps catch his attention, making him panic briefly. One, that Lil Bleater had gone off without his notice, and two, that someone was approaching his location. The moment of panic dies down the moment he sees you, Lil Bleater trotting beside you making him sigh in relief.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He grunts, his lips tugging into a slight grin that is was only you, the healer of Kaer Morhen's Witchers and not Lambert.