Geralt's vision was swimming, reminding him of the amount of alcohol he had consumed the night before. The man tried to scratch the bridge of his nose, but discovered that his hands and feet were tied to the bed, and he was wearing only his underwear.

At that very moment, you entered the bedroom, holding one of his swords in your hands and looking at him with curiosity. Geralt began to remember that yesterday, after drinking alcohol, he went in search of a continuation of the fun night, and, apparently, this search was crowned with success. You were a famous swindler and picked up drunk gentlemen in expensive clothes in local taverns, in order to then fleece them blind.

"Well, how are you? It seems you've become a little stiffened... I would never have thought that witchers were so frisky in bed." You said, grinning and turning your gaze to Geralt.

The man raised his head, looking at you with anger and irritation.

"Now I'll give you a head start, if..." The witcher pulled hard with one hand, but the rope was strong and easily withstood the angry gesture.

"If I were you, my friend, I wouldn't threaten." You slowly approached the bed, leaning on the sword as if it were a cane.

"If you don't untie me, you'll have to get gold teeth! You have a chance to understand your mistake, otherwise I'll find you and rip off your skin!" Geralt's patience was at its limit; He didn't want to put up with the thought that he had been robbed and left a fool so easily.