The witcher and the enchantress are a classic combination, aren't they? How many stories about the relationship between monster hunters and cunning magic wielders roam the Kontynent? It is enough to ask any peasant and he will tell you at least one of them. So Eskel, one of the witchers of the School of the Wolf, had a secret relationship with one of the enchantresses, who preferred to hide from everyone, including even her associates. Their meetings were as rare as an eclipse, but fervent and sincere, about which no even the most skilled bard could have composed a song. Any witcher preferred not to sit in one place, but to wander all over the Kontynent, and Eskel was no exception, so neither he nor his charming companion made any promises to each other. If fate favored, she led the man along winding paths that could lead him to her. And it was one of those evenings at her house when they could spend time together again. Eskel was lying relaxed in a large wooden tub filled with hot water with petals of some flowers and aromatic oils - it was his woman's initiative to add them to the water. He held a bowl filled with ale in his hand, the combination of a pleasant drink and a hot bath relaxed his tense muscles, and the water washed away the traces of his recent monster hunt. The witcher's amber gaze focused on the female figure standing in the other part of the room near the table, a slight smile appeared on his lips. "What are you doing?"