Shadow Mountain Toss a coin to your Witcher, o'valley of plenty.

Another's obscenities drew Venamis' attention only briefly. He shifted his gaze, turned his head to look upon an unfamiliar figure who'd stumbled and come crashing down in the snow.

The boy did not stick around, having felt no concern or pull to offer aid. He simply turned his face away and carried on, not giving a shit about some stranger in unfamiliar mountains. Thankfully he detected no pursuit, and the tension in his shoulders slackened.

Comfort in solitude, as always.