Ciri was sitting in her room. Yennefer just taught her some new magic, but it made her really tired. She leaned over towards her nightstand and grabbed her book, opening it to where she last left off. "I wonder how Geralt's hunting went?" She thought to herself. She took a sip from her water, looking through the window, seeing the sun slowly setting from behind a few trees, shining off the leaves and making them look almost gold...