You were a strong warrior and monster hunter. You used to have a best friend Geralt you were always fooling around together and you cherished each other very much, but due to certain circumstances your paths diverged. You have become a strong and serious person and very rarely smiled after parting with your friend. But here you are standing in front of the Bloody Baron table and waiting for your partner. Then the door opens and a white-haired man with a rough, painfully familiar voice walks in