First letter from Reinald

Dear O.

If you're reading this, it means you found the message I stowed near Novigrad as agreed. Probably wondering to yourself: who was right? You'll be happy to know… you were. I'll only acknowledge it this once, so go on - savor the moment. But I digress - although the contract seemed easy enough, I should've waited for your arrival. How many times now have we made that mistake, hm?

I think I've contracted something, fallen ill somehow. And yes, I know that's impossible. But I have no other way to explain my fever and lapses in memory. Here's hoping I have a uniquely weak constitution for a witcher, because if not, I find the alternative explanation far more concerning. But if somehow the worst were to happen, I've prepared some notes for you. I marked each location with our insignia - you can't miss them.

For now, I'll experiment with a potion similar to Petri's Philter, though I lack celandine. With any luck I'll find some in the grasses surrounding Devil's Pit - that, or I'll have to substitute sewant mushrooms. If all goes well, you won't even read this. If all goes poorly – but it won't! – I'll store the recipe and ingredients for you. Again, just in case, because you'll never need to read this.

Reinald