Tale of Another

by LuckyBastard6969

The descendants of Lara Dorren. The carriers of the Elder Blood. Ciri was thought to be the only one that currently exists in the 13th Century, but there is another. Another who carries the same powers as her. Another, who was raised by the wolves. This is his story... the story of the youngest Witcher. Overpowered OC; Pairing-Undecided; Slightly AU

4. Chapter 4

A/N: Well, hello there! So this is the fourth chapter for this series. I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter-4

(1272)

Dark clouds gathered in the sky indicating an arising storm. Ranks and Ranks of Warriors wearing black and gold marched across bearing the crest of a bloody sun on their banners, on their shields and on their flags, while burning away all traces of the white lilies on the ground.

The Third Great War had begun.

Nilfgaard had attacked the North once again, unprovoked, with the intention to conquer all. Occupying Temaria, they had moved forward, their goal now being Redania which had recently annexed Kaedwen for their own goal. The two rulers Radovid V of Redania and Emhyr Van Emreis were at each other's throats, battling for the future of the North.

The battlefield, soaked with blood, the blood of the poor soldiers who fought for their cause became a feast for monsters. The villages burned away, with all their men and elderly killed, and the women and children became trophies for the raiding bandits who passed them along with one another once they had their share of 'fun' while stealing their coin and grain.

The free city of Novigrad now became more embellished in their faith of the Eternal Fire, burning away mages, witches and those associated with mage craft on the stake while a crowd cheered on this atrocious killing. Witch hunts became prominent. Books that were considered blasphemous against their code now burnt away in bonfires. The hate against the other races has become more dominant.

And almost everyone living in this world understood one fact.

A storm is coming and with it, change will arise. For good or bad, they can only hope the former.

(White Orchard)

The people of White Orchard were living quite peacefully tending to their trade. Nilfgaard had occupied their country and Temaria was no more but it didn't affect the daily happenings of the village. The rooster still crowed in the morning, the sun still rose in the east and set in the west. The villagers have learnt to accept their new ruler. However, not everything was not like it seemed above. There were a few among them who were dissatisfied with their current masters, their hearts still burning with a passion to take their land back from the hands of the Black Ones. But this was a silent cause as they knew that for all their resentment and passion against the Black Ones, they could not match their numbers nor their equipment.

The business at the White Orchard Inn was rather slow today, having their fill off usual customers, including the 'patriots' drinking from their mugs silently. Just the way that the Hostess likes. It was then two new faces popped up inside the tavern, inviting themselves over

One was an old man with greying hair and a face that showed that he has aged well, while the other had hair as white as snow tied behind his back while keeping some of them lose. He had a graceful looking beard along with a face that showed that he has aged well into his thirties. Both men wore the same looking armor and carried two swords on their back, while their eyes resembled like that of a cat.

Witchers

That was the thought of everyone else in the Tavern. Geralt and Vesemir knew nothing about the mood of the citizens in the area and walked towards the Hostess.

"Welcome good sirs, how may I be of help to ya?"

Geralt then said, "We're looking for a woman. Black hair, violet eyes, dresses in black and white. Riding in from Willoughby and odd as it sounds, smell Lilac and Gooseberries."

The Hostess shook her head and said, "I don't believe I've seen or smelled such a lady passing through here sir, with looks like those, I must have known."

Vesemir looked around before asking, "The folks here not seem to be in the best of moods."

The Hostess sighed as she said in a tired tone, "Aye, ever since the Black One's arrived, everyone around here has been low of spirits. Some of our own had been conscripted to the War, but most hadn't returned back, not even as corpses. Now a griffin's prowlin about, already taken two lives."

Geralt then said, "Already had the pleasure of meeting it. Your cousin would have been the third victim if we weren't there."

"Bram?! How is he?"

"He's fine. Told us to send his regards."

The Hostess looked visibly relieved as she said, "Master Witchers, food and drink on the house. Order whatever you like. I know that I may not know what ye are looking for but ye can try asking for her to the other patrons. Maybe they know something that I don't."

Geralt said, "Our thanks." He then told to Vesemir and added, "I'll ask around while you can take some time to patch up that wound the griffin left on you."

Vesemir nodded his head as he took a bottle of ale and went to a corner. Geralt started asking around in the tavern, however most ignored him. He wasn't able to find out anything useful among the people there. It was then he chanced upon a bald headed man wearing a yellow robe drinking silently in the corner. Geralt went ahead and sat at the table. The bald headed man said,

"So what brings you to this village, Witcher? Looking for work?"

Geralt shook his head and said, "Looking for a woman."

"Ah, like everyone else."

"Not like everyone, and not just any woman. Mine has raven black hair with violet eyes, dresses in black and white."

The bald headed man ordered, "Two schnappses!"

He looked at Geralt and added, "It'll lift yer spirits."

Geralt shook his head and said, "I'm not in the mood to drink."

The bald headed man smirked and said, "Then I'll just drink yer half too."

The woman came around and placed the order on the table. Geralt growing impatient and said, "Now that you had your drink, why don't you get to the point? Have you seen this woman or not?"

The man looked at him and asked, "Yennefer of Vengerberg?"

Geralt looked surprised as the man downed another mouthful of the beverage. Geralt added, "Never mentioned the name."

"Yet you described her perfectly. Once I hear something, I never forget. Can't help it."

Geralt narrowed his eyes and asked, "How do you know Yen?"

"From Master Dandelion's ballads of course. The only way a humble merchant might hope to rub up against greatness. Unless, that is, he's as lucky as I am."

"And runs into a very patient Witcher?"

"Into Geralt of Rivia himself, The Butcher of Blaviken."

Geralt prodded, "Who are you?"

"Gaunter O'Dimm, also known as the Master of Mirrors, I'm just a humble mirror merchant, now more of a vagrant passing along ever since this war."

"So where did you see her?"

The now named Gaunter O'Dimm added, "Deepest apologies, but I must ask: Is this about love?"

Geralt frowned and said, "That's none of your business."

The bald headed man nodded his head and added, "Yes, of course….. Well, back to your question, a Nilfgaardian scout from the local garrison saw her at their camp. Rode in there, dark of night, black and white, gooseberries and…. Yes, I know. Had a terse exchange with the garrison commander and raced off."

"Where to?"

"I'm not omniscient. Ask at the garrison."

Geralt then added, "Thanks."

The mirror merchant replied, "Been my pleasure."

As Geralt walked away, the Master of Mirrors called out to him, "Oh and Witcher?"

Geralt turned around and the man continued, "Good luck on the Path. You might need it, for what you're about to face. The winds of change has started to grow higher. Former enemies become friends and people thought to have been dead rise from their apparent graves. The world has become a bit more interesting? Has it not?"

Geralt was about to ask him what he was talking about when he heard a call from behind, "Geralt!"

He looked behind and saw that it was Vesemir calling out to him. He said, "I'll join you in a moment."

After saying that, Geralt turned back to face the mirror merchant and said, "What did you mea-"

However to his surprise there was no one there. The man had disappeared without a trace. Geralt narrowed his eyes and said in a growl,

"Hmmm….Gone."

He found it strange. The man had left without him noticing, just a second after he turned around. Geralt understood that the man wasn't as simple as he had proclaimed. However, he gave it no more attention as he had more important matters to tend to. First and foremost being to find Yennefer. Geralt then went by Vesemir's side and saw that there was a Nilfgaardian nearby wearing armor. He asked,

"What is it?"

Vesemir added, "Apparently, we have been asked to visit the barracks. The Captain of the Garrison has some work for us. Contract for the griffin I suppose."

Geralt replied, "Planned on going there anyway. Yennefer has been spotted over there. The captain may know something."

The scout then added, "Then follow me if you would. The captain has been waiting for you."

Vesemir added from behind, "You go along and meet this captain of theirs. I'll stay here and see if I can find something else."

Geralt nodded his head and soon followed after the Nilfgaardian scout. They rode to North-West of White Orchard, crossing the Ismena River where it was shallow.

They reached a heavily fortified garrison at a cliff top where they dismounted from their horses and began to climb via the stairs. The guards at the front of the gate recognized the scout and asked,

"Who is this Nordling, Pedro?"

The scout replied, "Someone the captain wants to speak with. Now, open the gates."

The guards looked at him and nodded their heads before giving them entry into the military camp. It was like any other military camp, filled with soldiers who were training and marching around with swords and practicing with their bows. Neatly constructed tents were on one side, where Gerlat spotted the quartermaster of the group noting down the supplies for the group. However the witcher merely glanced at them for a mere moment before his attention came to the tower where he was lead to. He went inside a man sitting in front of a desk, dressed in black and gold armor standing out from the rest of the army and a peasant standing before him, behind.

"Don't worry man, I'm speaking here as one farmer to another. So relax and tell me how much you can offer?"

"Ye must f-forgive u-us s-s-sir. Our harvest this y-y-ear wasn't good and all us can give are 40 bushels-"

"Give us thirty and that will do. Let us settle on it. I wish to see the transport soon."

The peasant gleamed as he said, "Thank ye, sir! Thank ye kindly!"

The peasant then left along with the guardsman leaving Geralt and the commander alone. Geralt said,

"That was awfully nice of you. Feeling sentimental to the village?"

The captain said, "Beneath this armor, I am just a man like anybody else trying to survive in this world. The villagers are the same, struggling to survive. Aren't you the same, Vatt'ghern?"

Geralt nodded his head and said, "I was said that you had some work for me."

The captain added, "Yes. As you may have heard, there is a griffin here that has been prowling on the outskirts. I would normally take care of this myself but the few men I sent before all returned as corpses. I cannot send any more men for this matter as we still have the war. Slay it and you shall be rewarded."

Geralt nodded his head and asked, "Know where the griffin has its lair?"

The captain said, "It kept to the Vulpine Woods at first. I sent a patrol there, five young men. A hunter found them two days on. I only recognized them because they wore our plate."

"Since then, the griffin has grown bold and started attacking in villages, fields, even on the main road."

Geralt added, "Meaning it's abandoned its lair. Gonna have to set a trap."

The captain nodded while Geralt asked, "To lure this griffin out, I need a specific herb. Buckthorn. Scent should lure the griffin from ten miles off. Know where I can find it?"

The captain asked, "Buck-buckthorn? I do not know this but I am not yet fluent in the common tongue. However, there is an herbalist that can help you. Tomira. She lives near the crossroads. She will aid you."

"I need more information about the griffin and why it had abandoned its lair. The hunter, what's his name?"

The captain added, "Mislav. He has a hut south of the village, very near the wood. Helpful fellow. A little strange though."

Geralt nodded his head and said, "I'll come back once I have killed the griffin."

The captain nodded his head and went back to looking into his book. Geralt on the meanwhile went about getting to his preparations for hunting down the griffin.

(Meanwhile with Vesemir)

The old wolf had been looking at some of the contracts on the notice board, to find some other clues in finding their black sorceress. He didn't find anything interesting in the tavern. They were able to only tell him what he already knew.

Even while scouring through the notice board, he wasn't able to find anything. However his enhanced hearing picked up on another piece of gossip from the townsfolk.

"Have ye heard? There are Witchers in the village right now."

"Witchers? What do they want? Should just leave already."

"Aye. Seems they're in nice with the Black Ones. Kiel said that he saw them going to the garrison along with a scout."

"Fucking mutants. As expected."

"I heard they were asking about the Horsewoman of War. Didn't you say that you saw her passing through this village?"

The man nodded and said, "Aye I did. I saw her in the morn when I went to take a shite by the bushes. She was with another man, dressed in all black wearing a silver fox mask."

"You heard what they were talking about?"

"Pfft. Yeah I did, but that's none of yer business. I don't wanna get cursed for saying too much."

Vesemir thought, 'Interesting….'

He then saw that the man was moving around the village and thereby followed after him from a distance. The man was snooping about in a dubious manner visiting all sorts of places before going to a shack at the distance.

He closed the door once he entered the place. Vesemir followed after him and stood in front of the door, knocking on it twice. He then saw the man open the door slightly peeking his head outside and ask,

"What do ye want, freak?"

"Information."

"You'll find none of that here. Go away."

"Come now. I'm only here to talk young man. I just want to know something about that Horsewoman of War you saw. Once you give me what I want, I'll be on my way. Or do you want me to do this by force?

The man nodded and opened the door completely. He told, "Come on in."

Vesemir did as he was asked and came inside the hut and immediately found himself to be surrounded by three crossbows pointed at him from all directions.

In front of him was a person wearing Temerian armor who Vesemir assumed to be the leader of the group. He asked,

"Who are you and what do you want? Speak the truth."

Vesemir added, "Calm down. I'm not here on anyone's behalf but my own. All I wanted to ask was some questions from that young man."

The man looked at him and then gave a signal to his soldiers. They immediately lowered their crossbows allowing Vesemir to relax and speak, "Thank you."

The leader nodded his head and said, "I'm Filus Reek, Commander of the 44th Regiment of the Temerian Armada. Speak Witcher, how did you find us?"

Vesemir shook his head and said, "A mere coincidence. I was not aware of a group hidden within here. I only followed after your scout who led me here."

Filus Reek looked at the scout who now cowered in fear. The leader then added,

"I see. We are indeed part of a hidden resistance group that's within Temaria. Now tell us, Witcher. Why do you think we should let you? You might be working for those Nilfgaardian bastards for all we know."

The villager said, "That's true sir. One of them's has been seen going to the Black one's fort."

The leader asked, "Well?"

Vesemir shook his head and said, "He has gone for the same reason for which I came. Information. Witchers hold no allegiances to anyone."

One of the soldiers argued back, "Poppycock! It was one of yours that killed good ol' king Foltest!"

"Aye! Let's kill him Commander!"

"Yes!"

"Kill and bury him somewhere!"

The leader yelled, "That's enough out of you!"

He narrowed his eyes and asked Vesemir, "Tell us Witcher, what is this information you seek?"

Vesemir said, "The Horsewoman of War."

The leader looked at the villager and said, "Go along with him. Tell him all you told me."

"B-but sir! You know that even if he doesn't work for the black ones, this woman-"

The leader said in a grave tone, "That was a command, soldier."

He then turned to the Witcher and said, "All information has a price. This one is your silence of our presence. I trust you will keep to your word, Witcher?"

Vesemir nodded and said, "You have my word."

The leader said, "Very well then."

The villager/scout then went along with Vesemir outside his house. The scout asked, "Well, what do ye want to know?"

Vesemir replied, "You claimed to have seen this horsewoman of war speak with someone. Care to tell me what you learnt?"

The scout sighed and said, "It was a cold morning and me had gone out to the woods to take a shite when I saw the two. One was a black haired young woman with purple eyes, wearing all black and white. The other wore a dark black cloak with a hood, a fox mask covering the face."

The man continued and said, "I wasn't able to hear what they were talking about since they were still ways away. Just certain bits of it."

Vesemir asked, "What did you hear then?"

The man shook his head and said, "There was something about sightings in Velen, Novigrad and then Skellige...there was also a mention of a name in the middle, Geralt….and then the Wild Hunt…. It didn't make any sense to me, honestly."

"Once they finished talking, the woman had ridden out of there and went towards the Nilfgaardian camp along with the hooded man."

Vesemir who heard that nodded his head and then crept his hand to his pocket. He took out a pouch of gold and handed it to the man.

"Take it as payment for the information."

The scout nodded his head and put the pocket of gold into his own pockets, leaving Vesemir to his own thoughts.

'Who could this other man be? A friend…..or seems like so….anyway, I better head back to the tavern.'

Vesemir went back to the tavern and waited outside. He found Geralt riding back on Roach and halted before him. Vesemir asked,

"So? How did it go?"

Geralt replied, "It's a royal Griffin, male, the soldiers sent from the Garrison had killed its mate and destroyed the nest."

"And thus it abandoned its lair, running free. Well, this is not easy. I suppose you know what we need to do in order to lure it out right?"

Geralt nodded his head and said, "Already have the buckthorn on me?"

Vesemir said, "That explains the smell."

Geralt then said, "Now, we only need to find a place to set the trap."

Vesemir added, "Leave that to me, I saw a farm not far from here. Wide open, with plenty of wind. Scent should travel fast for the Griffin to catch it soon."

Geralt nodded his head and said, "Then let's leave."

Vesemir nodded and said, "Alright."

The two of them then climbed on their horses and started moving towards the field that Vesemir spoke of. Soon, they arrived there soon enough and set the trap in the middle of the field after speaking with the owner of the land. They immediately went into hiding near some trees slight ways from the field. Vesemir then added,

"While you were off to speak with the Garrison's Captain, I was able to find some interesting bit of information."

Geralt asked, "What did you find?"

Vesemir added, "It seems Yennefer met with someone outside White Orchard, a local said that he saw her speaking with someone in a fox mask. He said that once they finished talking, they had gone off to the Garrison together."

Geralt frowned and asked, "So she isn't travelling alone?"

Vesemir shook his head and said, "Not anymore I think."

Geralt went into thinking and said, "We can discuss this later. Our current concern is the Griffin-"

As Geralt said that, a cry was heard from the sky as the Griffin flew towards the target swiftly, down to the ground, to kill its target.

"-and it seems he came sooner than I expected."

Vesemir snorted and said, "Hmph, of course. Didn't I tell you this was the perfect location?"

Geralt gave a small smile as he added, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go kill it."

Vesemir and Geralt nodded as they both unsheathed their silver swords marching towards the Griffin.

(Some time later-At the Garrison)

Peter Saar Gwynleve was not in the best of moods. He looked at the provisions that were brought to him by the peasants and frowned. In his mind, he grew tired as he thought,

'Of course… why did I ever hope it would be different?'

He looked at the peasant in front of him and said in a grave tone, "What is this?"

"G-grain sir."

"Do you think I don't have eyes, boy?"

"N-no sire! I wouldn't dare-"

"Then explain to me why the grain is spoilt!"

The boy looked at the captain with fear as he uttered, "I-I d-didn't know! T-the others! T-they may have switched it!"

Peter looked at the naïve boy with a frown as he said,

"Under the military code, for the failure to deliver proper goods, you are hereby punished to serve 10 lashes from the whip. Take him away!"

"N-No sir! Have mercy! Please forgive me! I didn't know!" pleaded the young farmer.

The Captain replied, "Then you can only blame your own ignorance. Let this serve as a lesson."

The guards took the wailing man away from the Captain who was soon joined by Geralt.

"So, no more Mr. Nice Guy?"

The captain didn't bother answering Geralt's question and instead asked, "Have you finished what we had asked of you?"

Geralt nodded his head and showed him the head of the Griffin. The captain looked at it and said, "It seems that you Witchers have some use after all. Here's your gold."

The captain then handed Geralt a pouch of gold which he accepted. The captain then added, "If we have no more business, then I shall take leave."

Geralt shook his head and said, "Incidentally, we do have some business."

"Oh?"

"Yennefer of Vengerberg, I know she came to this camp along with another man. I wish to know where they had gone off to."

The captain nodded and said, "Consider this an extra service for taking care of the Griffin. You're on the right track. They were headed to Vizima."

Geralt noted it and then left the camp silently, riding back to the tavern, where Vesemir waited for him.

'Vizima….. Hardly a day's ride and I had already wasted too much time…. We need to leave fast.'

It was cloudy when he had arrived back at the tavern, thundering, as if it is beckoning the rain to arrive. Geralt muttered, "Hmmm… Storms coming."

"Drip" "Drip"

Droplets fell from the grey sky which soon increased. Geralt quickly entered the hut to avoid getting wet unnecessarily. He looked around and saw that Vesemir was drinking on a table alone. He approached Vesemir who asked,

"You got what we came for?"

Geralt replied, "Yes. They are in Vizima."

Vesemir added, "It's pouring heavily right now. I'll buy some provisions for the journey. Then we'll leave first thing in the morning."

Geralt nodded silently and then watched Vesemir go up to the Hostess who spoke with someone else. A woman, who was at the bar table drinking away her sorrows, perhaps from the looks of it. Geralt heard of their conversation from where he sat with his enhanced senses.

"What happened to the Lillies?"

"Took em down."

"Why? To hang a golden sun there now?"

The Hostess sighed as she said, "I cannot show Temerian colors. They'll come and burn the tavern down"

The woman grumbled and finally showed anger as she said, "Maybe it's true what they say? You fond of the imperials? You Nilfgaard's whore?"

The hostess ignored that insult and served Vesemir as she said, "I'll let that pass. I know grief eats at your heart."

The woman stood up from her chair and said, "You know shit. They hanged my sister- dragged her out o' the cloister like a dog. Said Nilfgaard's no place for superstition. That they don't feat the wrath of the gods. And you, do you fear it?"

"If not for Annie your child woulda choked on its navel-string. You owe your son to my sister attending to the birth. And you don't fear the god's wrath?!"

The woman grabbed hold of the Hostess's hand as she ranted. The Hostess resisted but the raw strength of the woman held her back. The woman then grabbed hold of the hostess's head and banged it against the table, till her nose bled.

Vesemir removed the hostess from the woman's hold and said, "That's enough!"

Geralt came by and asked, "Are you alright?"

The hostess nodded her head slightly. The woman who had assaulted her was still in Vesemir's hold and said, "Let go!"

Vesemir replied, "Apologize."

The woman shook off Vesemir's hold and went away as some of the people who were drinking in the tavern surrounded the two Witchers. Vesemir recognized trouble when he saw one and said,

"See the medallion hanging of off our chests. Back off!"

However the men didn't respond to his threat as they silently surrounded him. One of them asked,

"What did the emperor promise you freaks?! Land? Like he did the elves once?"

Vesemir replied coldly, "Leave. Get out. All of you."

The man replied back, "We ain't goin' nowhere… and neither are you."

The men surrounding them unsheathed their arms and stood ready to kill the two Witchers. Geralt and Vesemir understood that a fight will happen regardless and gripped on their swords. However it was at that moment, a creaking noise was heard

(Creak)

The tavern's door opened and revealed a man wearing a black coat with a hood on it, drenched from the rain, with a lightning strike revealing his features. He was a slender man looking ordinary but on his face rested a fox mask. The intense mood the others had was disturbed as their mind was currently occupied in distinguishing who the new variable was. However, the man didn't care about this, His muddy boots made a slashing noise as he passed through the crowd and sat at the bar. He then said to the wounded hostess in a deep baritone voice.

"Drink."

The hostess looked at him with an odd look as he wondered if he was either joking or actually insensitive to the situation they were in. One of the bandits had come back to his senses as he asked,

"Oy! Who are you supposed to be?"

The man with the fox mask looked at the others and said, "A man looking for a drink and some talk with these two Witchers."

The bandit who heard that scowled and said, "So yer one of em friends eh?"

"What do we do?"

"Forget it, let's kill im too!"

The man then added, "Hold a moment. Tell me why do you want to kill these two?"

One of the bandits said, "Why the hell should we tell you?"

The masked man nodded and said, "Fair enough but let me give you a piece of advice..."

The man then made a sign and a small inverted triangle followed after, "… go home. Tend to your wife, children or whoever you need to feed. These men don't mean you harm and fighting with them is not going to solve anything. Go back, the tavern is closed for now."

The bandits halted their movements and went into a trance. Then one of them said,

"Aye…. I need to go and look after me son."

"Me too."

"Yeah, let's leave."

Geralt and Vesemir recognized the sign as Axii but what made them surprised was the fact that it actually worked on multiple targets. All the bandits had moved out of the tavern leaving only the two Witchers, the hostess and the mysterious man behind. The situation was defused that easily. No more blood was spilt. The masked man looked at the bleeding hostess and asked, "You need help with that?"

The hostess shook her head. The man then said, "Alright then. I'll help myself to this then."

He then took that jar of ale on the bar table, and seated himself in one of the tables. The masked man then called out to the Witchers in a mirthful voice, "What are you doing standing over there? Come. Sit. Let us drink."

The two Witchers looked at each other before going towards the table and seated themselves opposite to the man. Geralt then said, "Impressive, what you did there."

"Thank you. I think you recognized what it was, I believe?"

Geralt said, "Axii, but to cast it on so many targets is not an easy feat."

The man with the fox mask added, "Axii is tricky to use yes, but casting it on multiple targets is quite an easy feat, just a little trick is involved."

They went into silence before Vesemir asked, "So how is it that you learnt the Signs?"

"Same way anyone else does. Learnt it from one of the schools."

Vesemir prodded, "Which one?"

"School of the Wolf"

Geralt looked at him and glared, "Is that supposed to be a joke?"

However the man didn't respond to his question and said, "Take it however you wish, I do not care, but that is not why I am here."

Geralt looked at the man and asked, "Where's Yennefer?"

The masked man said, "Ah, I see that you have already found out I was with her."

Geralt added, "Yes, and we also know that you were headed to Vizima, but seeing you here makes me doubt whether she is still there."

The masked man chuckled as he said, "You need not worry. Your sweetheart is still there. She asked me to come here and fetch you."

Geralt looked at the man annoyed at the way the man spoke with him. It got on his nerves. Vesemir who looked at the way the man riled up Geralt laughed and said amicably,

"Well, we can leave in the morning. Let's drink and take some rest till then."

The man nodded and said, "Aye."

Vesemir then added, "But we still didn't quite catch your name."

The masked man chuckled and said, "The name's Fel. Nice to meet you."

A/N: Well, here's chapter 4, sure yeah. It advanced a bit fast and there was no incredible fights involved, but I wanted to conclude the White Orchard arc a bit fast to make it suit the timeline. So forgive me if I didn't add any side quests inside.