As Mikael and Vesemir arrived at Tretogor, the capital of Redania, they walked to an inn, sitting at the corner of the room.
"I'll be going to Kaedwin next." said Vesemir calmly. "I suppose you're not going to follow me east."
Mikael shook his head as he drank his rye. "I'll go to Oxenfurt, maybe figure out who I am there."
"Redania's dangerous nowadays for folks like us…" commented Vesemir. "Nonhumans."
"So you consider me Nonhumans?" chuckled Mikael.
"Inhuman strength, more powerful than witchers, even vampires… Scarlet rot in your body, the ability to compel others… not to mention your healing capabilities… I'd say you're definitely not human." scoffed the old man, drinking some more.
Mikael hummed. "But, do you know what I am? Maybe your witcher books will know something."
"I didn't find anything in the bestiary." answered Vesemir. "But I'll look it up some more when I'm back at Kaer Morhen."
"Well, if you find anything be sure to send a letter to me."
"How will I even do that?" said Vesemir. "You're a Vagabond like us Mikael, I can't exactly send a letter to you."
"True…" murmured Mikael. "Eh, I'll figure something out."
Vesemir opened his bag, and retrieved some things from it.
"Here, a map for your travels." added Vesemir. "You still have the crowns that I give you right?"
"Yes, thanks for that." nodded Mikael. "If I ran out of food, I would probably just hunt in the wilds."
"Careful, Redania is a territory filled with dangerous beasts."
"I'll keep that in mind." hummed Mikael. "What will you do at your witcher fortress?"
"You know, just preparing for winter," said Vesemir. "Fixing the fortress a little, stocking up on supplies…"
"Why don't you just abandon it?" said Mikael. "It's old… only a few Witchers left."
"I'm old too, if you haven't forgotten." chuckled Vesemir. "I'll keep that fortess nice and clean until I die."
"That's some perseverance." murmured Mikael. "What about the other Witchers? Kept in contact?"
"Lambert is in Novigrad, close to where you headed." said Vesemir, spreading the map he just gave. "While Eskel… I don't know…"
"Only four witchers left then?"
"The school of the wolf? Yes." nodded Vesemir sadly. "The others, I have no idea."
"Why don't you create more Witchers?"
Vesemir turned grim. "The time of the Witchers is done… I have no interest in giving children those trials anymore…"
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Vesemir drinks a big gulp from his mug, before asking Mikael. "What about you? Why Oxenfurt? How do you even know about Oxenfurt…"
"Probably because I'm familiar with the place." hummed Mikael. "But mostly because of the academy, maybe I'll find something there… or someone."
"Radovid's burning Mages and Nonhumans there, along in Novigrad." spoke Vesemir grimly. "You should be careful. Buy a cloak, hide yourself."
"Will do."
"If you ever need help, if Lambert's still around, just tell him I sent you, if not, I heard Geralt's 'friend' is in Novigrad, a sorceress by the name of Triss Merigold."
"Ah yes, the 'friend'." chuckled Mikael. "But I probably won't go to Novigrad anytime soon, like I said, I'm going to Oxenfurt."
"Just giving you options." shrugged Vesemir, drinking from his mug once more.
"Why are you telling all that?" questioned Mikael curiously. "I'm still an outsider to you."
"Well, if we ever need help, you'll just have to accept it." answered Vesemir
Mikael chuckled. "Alright, I'll help with your problems in the future… not like I have things to do anyway."
Mikael then flinched in pain a bit as his scarlet rot in his right arm stump acted.
"Time to change bandages." Vesemir pointed out.
"This eternal wound is expensive to take care of…" grumbled Mikael as he took off the bandage slowly.
Vesemir helped him apply spirit on the rotten area, it quite smells a bit, but the spirit covers it. As Vesemir cleaned his wound, he also wrapped the wound with a new bandage, changing it.
"There." said Vesemir.
"I don't know what I would do without you old man." Mikael chuckled awkwardly. "Thanks for cleaning my rot."
"Your 'condition' is quite interesting to me." said Vesemir, putting the old bandage to a bottle, to make as another sample for him to study. "I have nothing to do these days, so your rot would keep me busy for a while."
"Well, if you ever felt the need for more, just go to Oxenfurt to find me."
Vesemir hummed. He looked outside, the sun starting to shine once again. "Well, I guess it's time to part ways."
Mikael nodded, and gave Vesemir a handshake. "So long, Vesemir. I'll see you around."
"I doubt it, but if we ever meet again, let's get a drink." said Vesemir, patting Mikael's shoulder.
Vesemir then walked out of the inn, not forgetting to pay, and he left Mikael alone to himself.