"Y-Yen? How?" stuttered Geralt.
Yennefer approached him as she examined his body. "I received a report about a witcher who appeared in White Orchard. I knew it was you, looking for me."
Mikael didn't quite pay attention to the words. He walked towards the stable's water source, and washed his bloody hands in there.
"It's… good to see you, Geralt." smiled Yen awkwardly. She walked closer to Geralt, embracing him tightly. Although, it didn't last long, as it was again, quite awkward.
"I- It's good to see you too, Yen." spoke Geralt softly. "It's just, Did not expect to see you here… under these… circumstances…" he said, looking at the Nilfgaardian soldiers.
"What kind of circumstances are you talking about then?" smirked Yennefer.
"The one that doesn't involve Niflgaardians in it, Yennefer.' interrupted Vesemir. "Don't get me wrong, it's good to see you, but you need to give us an explanation about these Nilfgaardians."
Yennefer stared at Vesemir casually, didn't say anything, and turned to Geralt once again. "I shall provide you with an explanation, in Vizima. Ready your horses."
Geralt raised his eyebrow. "What's the rush? We can talk here, plenty of beautiful orchards…"
Yennefer hummed in amusement. "Tempting proposition… sadly, I must refuse. You see, someone awaits you back in Vizima, someone who doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Well, sounds interesting, who is it?"
"Emperor Emhyr var Emreis… or those who were more intimate with him. 'The white flame dancing on the grave of his foes.'"
Mikael chuckled at the nickname, making the black ones frowned, and the attention turned to him.
"Don't mind me, finish your reunion and go to Vizima quickly. As she said, the Emperor doesn't like to wait." shrugged Mikael.
"And… you are?" frowned Yennefer.
"Mikael, just a nobody." said the redhead. "Go on, continue your conversation."
Yennefer examined him, from top to bottom, his toned down body, broad shoulders, redhead, and Yennefer just hummed in satisfaction, making Geralt frown.
"Why is he waiting for me?" questioned Geralt. "Last time I saw him, he wanted to kill me."
"Well, now, he wishes to make you an offer." continued Yennefer, taking her eyes off Mikael.
"The kind one can't refuse?" questioned Vesemir sarcastically.
"I didn't. Though I could have." answered Yennefer calmly.
"Must've been a damn good offer then," said Geralt. "Not many things you'd give up your freedom for."
Yennefer sighed. "The sooner you set off, the sooner you'll find out." Yennefer walked away, walking towards her horse.
Geralt turned to Vesemir. "What about you?"
"I'm going in the opposite direction." said Vesemir. "I have things to do back at Kaer Morhen."
Geralt nodded. "Thanks for your help Vesemir." he said, hugging the old man. "I'll see you soon."
Geralt then turned to Mikael. "You?"
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"Doubt the Emperor wants to see an armless man." chuckled Mikael. "I'll be going with Vesemir. We'll probably go our separate ways on the way."
Mikael then offered his left hand, asking for a handshake. "Well, Thanks for the journey White wolf, if you need help, just search for me, I'll probably be around Redania."
"We may only know each other for a few days, but you're good company." nodded Geralt, grabbing his left hand.
Mikael then pulled Geralt to a hug, but then he whispered in Geralt's ear. "Beware the wild hunt."
Geralt's eyes widened as he heard it, and he took a step back a little. Mikael just smiled innocently, and waved at him.
Geralt then walked away, towards Yennefer with a confused face.
Mikael then walked to Vesemir. "So, I'll be staying with you for a while, Old man."
Vesemir grunted. "Where are you going?"
"Probably Oxenfurt." answered Mikael. "Don't know yet."
"I'll take samples from your rot on the way, maybe your flesh too."
"Bloody hell, I'm not a science experiment…"
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As Vesemir and Mikael were now far away from white orchard, towards Velen, they were camping in the middle of the night. Mikael's right arm bandage was open, and Vesemir was collecting flesh samples from it.
"Careful, the right arm's the most dangerous part." warned Mikael.
"I may be old Mikael." spoke Vesemir as he carefully took samples. "But I'm not senile yet."
Mikael sighed. "What are you going to do with it anyway?"
"Study it." answered Vesemir. "Who knows, maybe a plague similar to your rot will appear in the future."
"I doubt it." murmured Mikael. "Thank you… by the way."
"For what?"
"For not killing me," said Mikael.
"You compelled us." stated Vesemir.
"That was when I woke up." continued Mikael. "But you didn't kill me while I was asleep."
"True." nodded Vesemir. "For the first time since forever, we don't know what kind of monster you are, we were just being careful to not kill an innocent."
"And they say Witchers are heartless." chuckled Mikael.