It took a number of hours for them to get to Roselake from where they were and once there, Geralt set up a fire and took a seat. He wasn't exactly the best date and could have probably caught them a fish to eat, but he had some dried meat slices and some fruit in his bag for the travel and offered that. All in all, he thought the evening went well. Cassandra had been good company and the conversation was easy and engaging.

Still, Geralt spent more time listening then he did talking, if only because he enjoys watching her; the way the flames from the fire dance across her features and the way her voice sounds so much prettier while he sits closer than when they were riding side by side.

After a while, his attention gets pulled to something on the left side of the lake. A small glow bouncing between the tall dark silhouette of trees. Then there was another. And one more after that.

Geralt smiles and looks to see if Cassandra notices them.