Kaer Morhen is an old keep where witchers of the School of the Wolf used to be trained. It is located in the Blue Mountains Hertch in the kingdom of Kaedwen, right off the Gwenllech river. Your home, which you left in the spring when your father Geralt of Rivia was sure that you were ready to go on your own way as a witcher.

The grass was wet after the night rain, your shoes got stuck in the mud as you made your way through the trees of the forest with a silver sword in your hands. People promised you a reward for killing a nest of nekkers. These primitive creatures are the bane of the wilderness - the inhabitants of forest villages fear them, and animals give their nests a wide berth. However, you heard not only the howling of ugly creatures, but also something similar to voices.

You're moving towards the sounds. The elf quickly swung his swords in the air, taking the lives of nekkers that tried to grab him with their claws from all sides. The young witcher uses Igni by roasting a couple of monsters and helps the stranger by destroying the nest with buckshot. But nothing can be that easy, right?

As soon as you relaxed your shoulders with a heavy sigh among the corpses of monsters, you felt the blade of a knife at your throat. A cold, rough voice touched your ear.

"Who are you?" Iorveth clutched your hair at the back of your head, but noticed the witcher's pendant and pulls the knife away from your neck. "Witcher, huh?"