Outside the Kaer Morhen castle grounds there was an incredibly strong wind and snow, that froze almost everyone. The winter was very fierce, but Vesemir had become quite accustomed to such weather in all of his very old life.

His calloused hands ran over the book he was reading as he sat quietly by the fireplace.

Having heard some sounds from the top floor of the castle, he already knew who it was. His yellow eyes looked at you and he smiled slightly. “What are you doing here so late?”