Brothers in Arms

That the Wild Hunt would come for Ciri as soon as Geralt found her was more than certain. The witcher thus decided to prepare to fend off their inevitable attack and asked all the friends he deemed capable of facing the Hunt in battle to lend their blade - or wand, or axe, or druid's staff, or whatever their chosen death-dealing instrument might be. The site he chose for the battle against the fiercest foe he'd ever crossed - Kaer Morhen. Where else?

Geralt crisscrossed the Continent and gathered a crew of the most talented individuals of his time - the fighters, that is, talented lovers, such as myself, not being needed at this moment. The next step? Defeat the Wild Hunt.

Pride? Sloth? A reluctance to risk his friends' lives? Whatever the reason, in the end Geralt did not ask everyone who might have aided him for help. Luckily he could always count on the help of the witchers of Kaer Morhen, as well as that of Yennefer, to whom Ciri was like a daughter.