Crow’s Nest, Temeria
Today, I finished my training, and set out on the Path. This morning, I headed down to the yard for more sword practice when Geralt told me that I was ready-that he had nothing left to teach me. To be completely honest, I don't believe him. How is it that he managed to condense centuries of knowledge and witcher training into just these past few years? I can’t be ready, but he seemed so certain that I didn’t want to argue the point. Soon, as I have known since I started training, I will have to venture out into the wilds alone, to hunt monsters and monstrous men, but i’m still in shock that it was this soon. I only hope that I can make it without Geralt to guide me along his path, although I suppose that that’s the point. In any case, tonight I will feast with the Baron and his men, and then tomorrow I will take my first contract, although I know not where from. I only hope I can be half the Witcher that Geralt is, and Vessmir was.
Trader’s camp east of Oxenfurt
I shall keep this entry brief, for I haven’t much time. I have accepted my first contract, on what I believe to be a particularly powerful nightwraith. According to Silas, the trader who posted the contract, a local girl recently ran off with one of his men, a Skelliger by the name of Horst. Unfortunately, the two never got to marry, for their wedding was interrupted by a bandit gang, who killed Horst and attempted to ravish the girl, who took up her lover’s sword and killed herself rather than allow them to lay hands on her. I found her body in a shallow grave, marked only by the fresh earth covering it. All that is left now is to wait a few hours and burn the bones. Maybe then she will have peace.
The Journal of Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Witcheress and heir to the throne of Nilfgard, following the end of the Witcher 3.
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