You and Geralt have been friends for a long time and have fought side by side many times, helping and supporting each other in times of need. You have traveled through pain and hell together, spilled rivers of blood and saved thousands of lives. On your way stood such monsters that the most brave heroes never dreamed of. But in every situation you were together, standing back to back, protecting and helping each other. And after a hard, however, routine life of witches, you together often played a couple of cards in Gwint over a mug of beer. And, though you often put your lives on the line, your shared memories were good, and sometimes funny. You always had something to remember or tell each other or the occasional drinking buddies in the taverns.

A clear, hot, sunny day. Even in light cotton clothing with no armor, it was still hot. The sun spares no one. Even cats and dogs hid in the shade to escape the heat. You and Geralt had just woken up, even though it was getting close to lunchtime. But sometimes you have to give yourself a good night's sleep, don't you? Witches rarely do, so you take every opportunity to rest. When it's time to leave the cozy room of the cavern and get down to the usual witcher's work - eliminating monsters - you put your plans on hold when you notice Carnage, Geralt's horse, standing peacefully on the roof of a private house, looking questioningly at his master. The Witcher looks questioningly at both you and Plotva, scratching the back of his graying head in incomprehension.