Precious Cargo

On route to the castle to obtain the information I needed to finally locate Yennefer, I passed a camp fire where a Merchant was calling for assistance. He claimed his poor horse had spooked and ran off the road taking the cart and his cargo with it. When it got caught in the swamp… what could he do? Call for a Witcher.

The cart tracks were easy enough to find, and they had run off into the swamp. But, as I was soon to find out, that’s where the facts of the story end, and the truth was to be learned. When I found the cart it was whittled with arrows, and the cargo he was asking after, covered in human blood. The story and the scene did not match, and as far as I know, drowners and water hags aren’t known to use bows.

Upon delivery of said cargo, I questioned the man and he took off on horse back. Lucky Roach was by my side as always and I rode after him. After throwing him from his horse he finally told me the truth. He was John Geermer, a private in the now disbanded Temerian army and the box, filled with medical supplies headed straight for the Nilfgaardian camp. I sent him off with his life, and the medical supplies.