Tuda had been in hiding ever since he escaped to the woodline that night. Mainly hiding in the tops of the trees just out of eyesight. Still, he took extra precautions with his sneaking after he noticed that a search party was sent out into the woods the morning after his escape. He kept his distance from the party and made damn sure he was covering his tracks. He watched them as they searched throughout the day, it was at this time he noticed the assortment of weapons as each person had their own. From swords, spears, daggers, and even some that he didn't recognize. However after a day of searching the party gave up and returned to the bulk of their camp and not another one was sent after him.

"One would think they would actually try to find me," Tuda remarked to himself as the last of the campers exited the forest. Not that he was complaining, for now, he could actually think of what he was going to do in regards to his current predicament. He knows nothing of his surroundings, where he is, who these people are, anything really. The only thing he knows for sure is his training, name, and the swords on his back. So after the search party left he started to make a small campsite, somewhere that he could rest and cook any possible food he might come across. After that came the inspection of his steel and silver blade, well not his silver blade. He recognized it when that child drew it from the sheath. It was Vesimer's silver sword. How he ended up with it he doesn't know, in fact, anytime he tries to remember what happened between holding off the hunt and his arrival, his head felt as if it was going to split open. So for the moment, he won't try to dig up that memory. Back to the inspection, he was searching and making note of any dings, missing pieces, or just anything that could cause an issue with the blade overall.

"Take care of your gear and it will take care of you" the teachings rings thought his head

"Ya, gramps… I know" Tuda said, sadness taking over as he put the sword away. He rests his hands on his head only to be jolted up by a rustling sound from the bushes, instinctually his hand goes to his blades only to see a rabbit jump out and hop around. He laughs at his own uneasiness and wipes his forehead.

"look at me now sis, almost scared shitless of a rabbit. Ha!" he said after his nerves calmed. He couldn't help but smell something that just smelled awful and after a brief investigation, he learned that the smell was himself.

"Damn, I smell worse than Lambert. And that's saying something" he said getting off his sitting log and going in search of a water source. He has his blades strapped to his back as he walks just in case he needs them, one must always be prepared even when planning on an impromptu bath. After wondering for a period of time he manages to come across a small pond, he scans the area for anything that could pose a possible threat to him before abandoning the pair of trousers he had and diving headfirst in the pond. He spent a few minutes more or less just doing his best to scrub his body down with his hand when he gets the feeling that he wasn't welcome there and wasn't alone… not in a good way, either. His medallion wasn't reacting to anything, he couldn't see anyone yet can feel their eyes on him. He tries to swim to the surface to get his swords and leaves only to be pulled back by some force. His head darts around looking for what pulled him but he sees nothing, this only increased his efforts to try and get out of the water, his lungs were starting to burn. His hand almost breaks the surface only for something to hold his body back. He kicks and squirms trying to break free but to no avail. His lungs were on fire and he was going to drown! He tries to find what creature is doing this but he can't; his medallion is jumping all over his chest. Fear starts to loom its way into his mind, he has always had a wired connection with water; it felt as if his body yearned to be in the sea yet at the same time rejected and feared it. Darkness started to cover his vision, that is until he heard a voice one filled with power, anger, and authority.
"REALISE HIM!" he felt a hand grab his and himself being pulled from the lake and onto solid land. Instantly he begins to gulp down air.
"easy, easy take it slow," the voice said now filled with what sounded like a fleeting hope, he then felt a hand on his shoulder. Tuda, his entire body in survival mode rolled away and went for his swords he grabbed one, which it didn't matter, and unsheathed it aiming it at where the figure stood. Only to see none there.
"What? *cough cough* what the hell?!" he said looking around he then paused and tried to slow his breathing calm himself, he can't count the number of times Vesimer and Geralt hammered into him that fear and panic are the worst enemies a witcher can have. Once he did calm down he quickly gathered his few belongings and left the lake never turning back to look at it. He pondered what could have happened in that lake but every monster he knew or didn't even come close to matching the event that transpired there, a new subspecies of fogger, drowner? How would he even fight that… the water slows down this sword too much, and unlike Geralt, he doesn't have a crossbow; he'd never tried signs underwater but would instead not like to experiment when knowing that his life is on the line. So, for the time being, he was going to avoid any overly large bodies of water.

A day after the lake, fiasco Tuda was adamant about avoiding that place. Aside from that, he was doing fine; he slightly established this makeshift campsite to more of a real campground, more massive fire pit with more safety percussion taken with it, a designated sleeping area one where he puts his back against a tree, and some very basic cooking utensils. He munched on what was left of the cooked rabbit he made this morning and looked around the silent forest.

"Hmm… how does Geralt do this, the isolation? Fuck, I hate it," he groans to himself. Much unlike other witchers who were nomadic, wandering from place to place, Tuda spent most of, if not all of his monster-hunting career in the Isles of Skellige. Surrounded by the clans and their people who overall were far more welcoming towards him and other witchers, he had grown used to the comradery. This sudden shift to isolation is new to him. This sudden shift to isolation is new to him, and he hates it.

"What do I do, what do I do… train, I guess?" He runs and hands through his hair and glances at his medallion. A wolven face permanently locked in a vicious snarl.

The next few days leading up to the capture the flag game we're uneventful. Tuda was resting against a tree, debating what his next move should be. At the moment trying to form some kind of contact with the encampment he's next to and that's when he heard voices, in the far distance that no normal person could hear. His head snaps in the should follow the direction of the chatter, moving silently he followed the voices. He dared not get too close, or he risked himself being spotted, to combat this, he climbed up a tree and surveyed what was happening below him.

"We need to find a place to put it guys. The game starts in an hour," a girl with braided brown hair says as she casually handled a two-handed spear.

"We know, Karen! And where looking!" A boy shouted in a brutish voice, he had a sword on his hip, but the origin or type of blade was unfamiliar to Tuda. He continued to watch the group of three, eventually, a spot was found and a flag was placed. Tuda was impressed with its placement; it was in front of a small overhang meaning the only to it was from the front.

"Impressive," he silently muttered. He then hears further movement as a figure emerges from the bushes, an armor-clad individual whose voice was loud, brutish, and carried a tone of authority.

"Have you fuckwads found a decent place for the flag yet?!" The voice shouted, and it took Tuda a moment to discern the gender of the owner. Not that it matters, of course, his ex is the queen of Skellige but still useful information to know.

"Yes, captain!" The girl Karen shouts, snapping to attention as the 'captain' walked past her.

"Hmm, not the worst but not the best either," the captain muses out loud. Tuda hears Karen let out a small sigh of relief.

"Now you three are going to stay here make damn sure no one takes our flag, or I will Personally see you all in the arena! Am I clear, fuckwads!?"

"YES, CAPTAIN!" All three yell back

"Good! Now I'm going to the front, don't any of you fail!" and with that, they walk out of sight.

Seeing as this captain would be far more interesting to watch, Tuda follows them from atop the trees continuing to remain hidden. That's when he heard a horn, a loud one, and suddenly the forest was alive. Running, shouts, clashing of blades, insults, arrows, people trying to sneak in the brush. He then felt a vibrating sensation on his chest, looking down it was his medallion shaking ever so slightly but just enough for him to notice it.

"Magic… Faint, but still present." He says to himself, now far more closely surveying the ground. Then he saw it was very faint and he could barely see it from his vantage point so far away but there was a small figure moving nearly invisible. If tuda haven't hunted his fair share of foggers, then he Doubts he would have seen it. But there was the faintest of shimmering and an occasional bush branch that would move on its own, it was just enough for him to track.

He watched as the figure slowly walked in the direction of the flag he saw. Suddenly he hears a spur of motion and quickly looks over, and he sees what looks like a blur, running with a flag and a mob of others chasing it. When the blur passes the invisible figure, he watches as it follows, then reveals themself to the runner. could hear their conversation and determined that the invisibility was oddly a normality for this person. He watches as the flag exchanges hands and the girl goes running as the blur from before stops and pulls out a sword. Tuda follows this person's inviability was a trait only associated with monsters and very complex spells, seeing as this individual could do it so freely and at the moment lacked any monstrous-looking traits, intrigued him. He watched as they ran to a small river bed and slammed the flag into the ground.

There was then another horn and cries of what sounded like victory. But then, he heard it. A low growl, one that sounded like a wolf mixed with some other kind of creature. He can feel his medallion violently shaking against his chest. Using his Witcher sense, he tried to find its location, but he couldn't. He sensed its presence in the area however it was disjointed, everywhere. This was new and very concerning, he had never felt this kind of presence or anything like this. However, before he had time to dwell on it the presence materialized and emerged. Instantly he was working on getting down from the tree. He glanced down and noticed the others were looking around with a face of uneasiness, then the beast emerged it was huge larger than any bear he has ever seen but it looked like a dog! As she gets down he sees the girl from before starting frozen, a look of dread on her face.

At this moment his years of training kicked in, and he realized this was his moment. He had to save her.

He also felt a strange pull to the river. Trusting his instincts, he jumped from the side of the tree. Tuda landed in the river, which was shallow enough for him to roll. He stops in front of the girl, he sees a man running towards her and uses Aard to send her flying back into the arms of the other. Then in a single fluid motion, he turns around his hand gracing the hilt of the silver blade on his back. Time for tuda slowed as he pulled out Vesimers blade, light shining on it, he saw the beast jump at him. He didn't move, he didn't falter, he was not afraid. This is what he was trained for. In a moment it passes and it is over. Time returned to normal for Tuda and on the ground next to him was the beast. He looks at it and is confused for it was turning to dust? He looks at the sword but there was blood in it mind you it was a color he had never been before but still liquid blood. Tuda looks back at the body and can only say

"Well that's fucking new"