Over time, hunting and eternal travel began to annoy.

The path was not close and not the best.

The bitterness in my mouth brought back memories of the old days, when everything was much simpler.

Geralt sighed, wrapping his fingers around the glass. "We should have been there by dawn," the Witcher grumbled all evening. But not in vain.

"If it hadn't been for your intervention, we would have had a chance," the Witcher whispered, sipping from his glass.

Geralt looked at her searchingly.