Geralt was wondering around the snowy forest, seeking refuge in taverns. Though, no luck. He continued searching around, before he decided to sit against a tree for the night.

But, a noise soon woke him up. Geralt opened his eyes and listened carefully, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. Through the darkness, he could make out the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow. It was clear that he was not alone in the forest.

As the footsteps grew closer, Geralt readied his sword, preparing to defend himself against whatever or whoever was approaching. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, a hooded figure with a bow slung over their shoulder.

"Who goes there?" Geralt called out, his voice strong and commanding.