You, Geralt and Jaskier had been riding together for a little while. Through snow and sleet and sunshine and rain respectively, you stuck around.

However, travelling with a Witcher, obviously, brought danger. But not just in the form of man-eating monsters. You found this out rather quickly.

The three of you, while setting up camp and cooking and whatnot, were rendered uncosious by a rather painful blow to the head each.

Now, you sat a small stone chamber, Jaskier and Geralt bound in chains next to eachother in one corner and you the opposite.