The road seems endless when you just start walking along it, but this has its own charm. You don't have to think about what will happen tomorrow, because there is only tomorrow - the path. But when the finish line is close, when at any turn you can understand that it’s all over, and now it’s not very clear where to go next, then your soul becomes restless. But that’s with people who always screw themselves up. Witchers are another matter; with them everything is much simpler. Alexander Smolin, for example, is extremely glad that the order he received from the Master of the Cemetery in the spring has almost been completed. All that remains is to catch a couple of fugitives - and that’s it, he’s his own master again. Or not?