The man stood outside the gate of Kaer Morhem while the witcher had gone inside. He closed his eyes as he reached out with his mind. He suddenly found a place of power. Stepping through it with his mind, he could see the tragedy that had occurred here so many years ago. The day the fanatics had laid siege, along with several sorcerers, to the famous stronghold. Without the sorcerers, it could not have been accomplished. He watched as the witchers fought the attackers. 40 students had been killed, along with a few fully trained witchers. Since that incident, only a few witchers had remained. The one he was looking for, Vesemir, was the only survivor alive today. Feeling the witchers approaching, he broke off the connection and turned to them.
"I'm told you wish to speak to me," said Vesemir.
"You have been told correct."
"Well, then, I'm waiting."
"I come from a distant land. I am a monster slayer similar to you witchers. You see, no witchers have ever been to my land. We, like you, are on the verge of extinction. We have both undergone the same mutations, although some have varied. My land has been overtaken by various creatures. As Geralt has most likely already told you, I have⦠exceptional skill with a sword and signs. We have unlocked the secrets of the various signs, as well as others that you are unaware of."
"Get to the point."
"Interesting. I didn't foresee you saying that. No matter. We wish to form an alliance. Our knowledge deals with the signs mainly and less with the sword. Yours deals with the sword mainly and less with the signs. By working together, we can both benefit. So, what say you master witcher?"
There was a long silence. Finally, "We will have to speak it over amongst ourselves. You are free to take up camp in the courtyard, but you may not venture within the keep."
"Okay. If I may offer a suggestion though, consolt the sorceress, Triss Merigold, on this matter. She is one of the few who have seen our lands. I know she is here. In fact, she has been listening in on us this entire time. Come on down Triss."
The witchers looked as the door to the keep opened and a woman stepped out. She had flowing red hair and beautiful eyes. She walked over to the group and looked at the man.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the leader of Iron Thorns himself. How are you Blaine?"
"Can't complain."
"Triss, come with us. Help us reach a decision in this manner. We will return shortly Master Blaine," Replied Vesemir.
"I will see you then Master Vesemir. I will set up in the courtyard."
With that the witchers and Trish turned and walked into the keep. As Blaine walked through the gate, he heard it close behind him with a loud smash. Sitting out a large embroidered pillow, he sat on it and began to meditate, traveling into the keep and following the witchers with his mind.
"So, as the only one who has had a prior encounter with the man, We will let you give your opinion first Mistress." Said Vesemir as soon as they were all seated.
"Thank you. What Blaine says is true. His land is overrun by beasts. But they are no ordinary ones. His guild has also learned more of the signs then you have. They are also very rich. I say you help them."
"And you Master Geralt?"
"I'm inclined to go with Triss. From what I saw, he is as skilled as we are, if not more, in the art of sword craft."
"Very well. And you Master Eskel?"
" I'm not sure about this. I don't think we should meddle in human affairs."
"He's no more human then you are Eskel," Interrupted Triss.
"Still. I have a bad feeling about it."
"Very well then. It's decided. We shall join forces with these Iron Thorns. Lets return."
