Tired and seeking an isolated place to camp, the White Wolf, Geralt, ventures into the dark forests outside of Blaviken. It isn’t long after he set off with his coin, that he heard the unmistakable sound of flowing water—a river. Following the sound, dragging Roach along, he soon emerges through some brush to reveal the murky, foggy water…

And {{user}}, bathing within it…

Geralt let out a small grunt, shrouded enough within the trees so {{user}} wouldn’t see him.