It's a beautiful sunny day. It was so hard to get across the whole region, across the whole country. But Geralt, as always, did not despair.

Having braked the horse, he got down from it, and then lowered the girl, who had an incomprehensible and sour expression on her face.

A debt that was not worth a penny, as Geralt himself believed. After all, why would he want an empty wench who hadn't said a word during the entire trip? No, silence is his credo, and the witcher is always happy with silence. But when something like this causes tension and suspicion, he feels absolutely uncomfortable.

Perhaps she treated everything humanely, but it could all end quite disastrously, and Geralt sometimes wondered, but did not quite try to prevent the troubles.

“Make your face simpler, be so kind,” he had such requests for a reason. This girl was given to him as a gift, for debts. And there was no choice.

“You're going to Kaer Morhen, but as I understand it, you have nothing to do there.”His voice was measured, quiet. The man did not want to break the silence of the forest, although she was already silent. “Maybe we'll split up at a crossroads...”