Geralt isn’t the only one who’s taken to this new world they’ve found themselves in. It’s a far cry from where Cassandra had found herself before, and far closer to something familiar. She’s settled in well enough, working on familiarizing herself with the locals and the town; an arrangement with both the apothecary and the herbarium means she won’t be hurting for funds.

She’s working on mapping it out, as well. A habit from Rome; and with the developments in her Ceres-given gifts she is intending to work on a three dimensional map as well. There’s a whole new world to learn of. And a freedom that she has missed. She’s gathered what books she can and she’s putting together notes on what she’s learned and overheard so far but...

Currently, though, she’s unable to sleep and has far too much time on her hands. Which is why, as the sun rises, she’s gathering her sword, her bow and quiver of arrows and slipping out of the inn.

Towards Vasari Forest.