A path to Dillingen.

Witcher world is really way darker than Alan's previous one. His experience with it aside, it is really a baffling marvel how he was even able to survive and most of his years there he doesn't even want to remember, but general tendency is not how he see the world of Harry Potter, it meant to be a lawful society with lots of shinny fluff happening around.

They already left the town and entered fertile lands of Cintra, so mild in climate, never the less deadly dangerous this time. Alan to prevent unnecessary attention again occupied Coen's bag and slipped into meditation, but what he actually was trying to learn is neither magic nor swordsmanship.

He was recollecting everything he knew about witcher universe and what can he do, should and shouldn't do. And the first thing he came in conflict with is slightly different interpretations of major thing on the whole world scale – the White Chill.

To be precise, what is that thing exactly.

'And oh hell I prefer the game interpretation and I hope we have it here or some third one, but not from the book.'

And the reason for his thoughts was very simple – in game Ciri kick ass and saves all like a knight in shining armor, but in the book... White Chill is unavoidable, like a natural catastrophe taking root in convergence of spheres. Meaning even with ten of Ciri it will still happen and plunge the world into Ice Age and what our adorable green eyed gray head can do is to lead people out to another world she will find.

In game it is actually some kind of deity, a mindless lump of force that went around devouring worlds and Ciri was able to stop it.

'But why do I have that unsettling feeling that even White Chill is just a measly vanguard? Perhaps because of Norse mythology of my previous life world, where it was a phenomenon that just signifies the coming of Ragnarok – the end of all? And if it is so, than what is Ragnarok exactly? Could it be something Violergos died to stop?'

White puppy with two golden horns sneezed inside the bag. It was really like an unattended warehouse with lots of useless stuff. And they say girls bag is full of unidentified ancient shit. Well, they just never saw what is happening behind the scenes and inside witcher bag.

Now that is a disaster.

'Still, I won't be able to determine anything now, only later. Next thing is a places to avoid for now, or notice for later. And among the first group is without a doubt Lower Sodden. No matter what I need to stay away from battle of a Sodden Hill.'

'Actually, should I go to Novigrad or Velen first not for anything, but to check if there I can use my memory of witcher wild hunt map and look for some treasures? I seriously don't mind having some spare cash and equipment.'

"Stop!" - came an order from somewhere. Alan was inside the bag and didn't have an opportunity to figure it out, plus he really didn't mind giving Coen the trouble of taking care of that all by himself.

"Who might you be?" - Coen looked at the group of people, that stopped him and creased his brows. That can't be good. Judging by the armor they can't be anyone else, but people of Brugga.

"We are soldiers on guarding duty under the orders of King Venzlav to stop spies."

"I'm a witcher." - simply stated Coen.

"We know. And you must undergo questioning like anyone else. Especially when you are a witcher." - their gazed reeked of hostility, but also fear. It is no wonder, no one sane enough will want to taste witcher's blade.

"What do you mean by that?" - Coen removed the hood and looked at the soldier in front of him. His eyes, being a bit different, seemed to be way more sinister than of a normal witcher.

"Why talk with scum, eh? One witcher beheaded commander like butchering a pig! I say, just kill another same way, eh!" - screamed someone from behind.

Coen remained silent, but shifted slightly to prepare for battle.

"No, our orders are clear! And his medallion is different from the one that assassin wore." - said the one who talked from the beginning.

"What the other medallion looked like?" - asked Coen jumping from the horse and squeezed the reins in his palms.

"Like a dog or a wolf."

"What? That is impossible!" - shouted Coen out loud. - "School of the Wolf closely adhere to the Code of the original Order and never will take money to target humans, that being the case if your commander was a human in the first place."

"Are you implying he was a freak like you?" - the man to speak with him first was clearly angry.

"No, I'm just saying, that anyone with wolf medallion is a level headed person." - said Coen. - "Can I meet that witcher?"

"We captured him and he will be hanged after three days." - soldier was clearly proud of his achievement.

"You captured him and no one died? Really? And you didn't even question that?" - Coen easily saw that commander had a problem. Doppler maybe? But dopplers are not that evil either, some are quite good and have amicable relationship with people. And for most part they are cowardly, just threaten a bit and you are good.

But the thing that really got Coen is the fact that soldiers screamed about execution. That is plain stupidity and can't be trusted at all. They can touch many, but witchers are of limits for even kings if they simply did their job. Too much trouble afterwards and for better or worse, people in high position well aware of the fact, that witchers are needed here.

So they won't order execution without real evidence for a crime, that is severe enough to warrant death penalty. One don't need to go around searching for examples, the title of Butcher of Blaviken says much about how far a witcher can go for self protection and remain unpunished.

Even if it was mostly given because of a treacherous sorcerer and not Geralt actual fault.

This world is just like that. Dark, lawless, with freedom for the wicked and the right to retaliate for the strong.

"None of my business, I'm just following orders." - scoffed the man from searching party. - "Lead him away. Weapons for confiscation and bag for search. Any suspicious things will be immediately destroyed in the heat of Eternal Flame!"

When the flame was mentioned both Coen and Alan notably tensed up. Witcher might be fine, but a mage like Alan in their hands will surely suffer. The only thing that bugged him is time. It is a decade as early for the faith in Eternal Flame to become so widespread. Currently it should be confined to little covens in Redania with no real power and small quantity of followers, yet here it is, a Brugge soldier is crying about it. This was plainly strange.

Well, he surely can run away, but it will only cause further complication to be noticed like that.

So he came up with genius plan that will ruin serious face of Coen for years to come.

He ransacked his bag and found a rolled bandages. He smirked and went all out in his transfiguration, thoroughly offending the said bandages, first wrapping himself in it, then forced straps together and converted some into fluffy filler.

"Color... it should be purple... yes with some shiny stars." - he laughed ruefully, clearly having fun creating girlish things inside the bag. - "I need to cover some unusual ingredients and potions here. Great that Coen never was a fan of fisstech. Now... this potion can be lipstick, this a lotion and this will be facial powder. Now to the plush wolf of myself, hehe. Pink with gold too. Lets see the face of Coen and guards when they see it."

Thus the gloomy bag of radical alchemy converted into fluffy dream of any noble lady!

Finally, Alan just pretended to be dead and remained inside like a good boy he is.

"Check!" - ordered a soldier when Coen was escorted to the inner walls of Dillingen citadel.

At first witcher was a bit nervous, but remembering that the kid can teleport relaxed, but soon he saw faces frozen stiff and had a bad premonition. He walked over and looked inside.

"Fuck me!" - he cried out loud in astonishment, seeing pink and purple girlish stuff overflowing from his bag. And to top it all off, his astounded scream was misinterpreted to the point of making him wanting to cry but unable to.

"Sir witcher... that's... I have a wife, so..." - one of the soldiers stuttered.

"That is not what I mean!" - screamed Coen in exasperation.

"So... y-you... you want it in reverse? N-No!" - soldier escaped from there and witcher, standing alone was absolutely livid.

"I have a daughter, too! It is for her!" - threw Coen the last ditch effort, but after couple of seconds noticed unimpressed look in the eyes of soldiers. It was saying something between the lines 'one can't just go and claim to have a kid' and 'we know that you can't have a daughter, do you take is for fools?'

"Alan, I swear to all my past women, I will beat your ass until you shit all over the place!" - hissed witcher barely audibly and received telepathic answer.

"Come on, old fossil, chill out. It was the only way to enter prison without being noticed and you preserving your bag of dirty secrets." - laughed Alan and than added with some glee. - "And your oath on some whores is not convincing."

Later the duo, one witcher seething in rage and another pretending to be adorable plush toy inside his bag, were escorted down to the basement where the prison was by their request to meet imprisoned witcher.

He was sitting in meditating position at the very center of dimly lit cell and looking through the bars of steel and rust at the lonely torch on the wall with some boredom coupled with slight irritation. He was quite young looking with not even an inch of white hair, but still a bit bald on the head and like any witcher out there with a long scar on one side of the face going vertically at the corner of the eye all the way up and down.