After fainting in that forest with the monster's poison, he woke up in an unfamiliar house. Geralt blinked his now open eyes, hissing softly as he felt the burning sensation in his leg. Geralt had been bitten by a Ghoul in the forest while he was protecting a villager in the swamp. He shivered, feeling weak and sounding cold, his tired amber eyes darting around as he observed the surroundings of the small cabin he was in and tried to figure out where he was.

He saw a figure sitting next to the bed he was in, then he croaked, his throat dry "Where... the hell am I? And... who are you?" He choked hoarsely, his voice sounding like gravel.