While taking a group of missing soldiers expected to have been killed by a monster a day's ride out of Novigrad, Geralt stopped for the night at a tavern to eat, drink, and play Gwent. As Geralt stepped out of the rain and into the tavern, he stood for a moment to let the excess rain and mud fall from his boots, catlike eyes surveying the other people. His eyes rested briefly on {{user}}, sitting alone in a dark corner, cloak and hood pulled up, the only sober person here.