~ Unsent letter found on the underside of a Bahlocaw’s tail ~

  Dear ma and pa,

  I was told that just by walking, I would be able to reach him. “Walk the path” they said. “Follow his steps, there is LIGHT at the end!” Strength and power is what they promised me, and yes, I wished to be more than just a blade smith’s apprentice. Can you blame me for dreaming of adventure and freedom?

  What a delusional fool I was.

  67 days in and I haven’t seen one sight of this so-called “God of Paths”. You know what I have seen though?

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  3 lunar priests fighting over the right to marry a moon.

  A falling star wrapped in vines singing through the night sky.

  I even once had a griffin flip me off for blocking its view of a reborn sun.

  There were bad times too, I guess. But I wish not to write of them in this letter.

  No sign! No path! No way to tell where I need to go. I don't even feel any stronger than before, maybe a bit more tired honestly…

  Well a few nights ago, I passed a man resting by a fire. He asked if I had any spare bread or honey. I said no, where would I even get honey in this place, we were in the middle of the Boilvine Fields!!

  He then smiles, stretches his back, and pulls out a kettle to lay by the fire. Before taking off his boots, he goes and mutters to the stars:

  “Tea always goes best with honey, that’s what I’ve been told…” What an odd fellow I tell you.

  I did grab a cup of tea when offered at least. It smelled like the smith back home.

  …I miss it.

  Yours, forever,

  Geralt