The Perks of Being a Jailbird

One could put forward the brashly contrarian thesis that a stay in a prison would be a welcome change for a witcher. I know, I know, but bear with me: remember, a witcher spends his entire life, or at least a good part of it, wandering around trackless wildernesses and sleeping with no shelter but a hedgerow or a few bare branches. Therefore, a penal institution, which by definition will have walls, and most likely a roof as well, will at least protect him from strong winds, unexpected morning rains and the droppings of passing birds. Ergo, it would present an upgrade in terms of comfort… though at the price of a downgrade in terms of freedom.

While becoming intimately acquainted with the charms of prison life, Geralt found a secret stash, used by inmates for purposes of trade.

The witcher puzzled out what to do to use the stash to make a trade. A certain fellow inmate greatly desired a hammer and chisel, having had enough of the prison’s hospitality and wishing to take his leave of the establishment. Geralt placed these objects in the stash, and in return received… a placard.
A very interesting placard, in fact. An object of great desire in its own right.

Geralt decided he did not care to check how much a hammer and chisel could fetch in prison currency.