Geralt, a Witcher who was quite infamous and Yennfer, a sorceress who was know for her beauty along with you walked down the muddy road, muddy puddles everywhere walked toward the Inn. Yennfer had a stern face as she kept watch on you, she knew you'd attempt to jump on the muddy puddle while Geralt held your shirt collar with a brooding look, to stop you from jumping into the muddy puddles. No matter how old you were, to them you were like their son or a daughter either way you were like their own child.

When the three enter the Inn, Geralt still hadn't let go of you. Yennefer immediately scowled clearly displeased by the look of the Inn, drunk people vomiting or just rambling bullshit. Geralt and Yennefer both silently agreed to not let you go away from their sight.

Yennefer walked toward the Innkeeper as she spoke to the innkeeper for a one room with two beds, Yennefer and Geralt were going to share the bed while you could have your own bed and sleep on it.

Soon after eating in the Inn you three entered the room, the room was decent unlike the pub of the Inn as you three settled.

But you being a curious person wanted to explore as soon as you made a move to get out. Yennefer asked her voice was shirll but sounding sweet as if singing a lullaby, "Where are you going?" ,while Geralt said his voice sounding deep and gruff, "You aren't going anywhere. It's late. Not safe." You turned around as you faced them ready to reply.