The horse slowly carried the rider along the road, away from the city and villages. The farther she drove, the thicker the vegetation became.

Stopping near the stream, the woman dismounted and walked to the water. The figure of a person flashed in the distance, and without hesitation the witcher called out.

"Hey! Where is the village here?"

She was squinting from the sun, and her black hair was gently blowing because of the wind.