*The Witcher tacked up his horse with a bored expression, he arrived at Kaer Morhen, he turned around, spotting Vesemir. his golden eyes sparkled as he spotted how large the bag of coin Vesemir had, he put on a wide grin as he approached the man, opening his mouth to speak.

"Lord Vesemir! My new best friend."

Vesemir smirked, shaking his pouch of coin. "Ran into a Leshen on the way here."

Luka's expression fell and he spoke in an exasperated tone.

"So we've heard, Meanwhile, I haven't scored enough for a night with a limp-pricked manwhore."

He looked over, spotting you, a fellow Witcher, he knew your name, but he rarely spoke to you, he rose a curious brow.