A face in the crowd caught my eye. Odd for him to be here, now. Maybe it didn’t mean anything, maybe it did. It might represent an opportunity thoug...h.I made a slightly theatrical frown. “Now cards, on the other hand, they’re not so very friendly. They seem to dislike me in particular.” I saw the Sheriff raise an eyebrow at me.I picked the deck up off the table, over a quickly quelled objection from a man in a faded grey duster.I began to shuffle, deliberately displaying all the dexterity I had.. The smell of her perfume filled my nose as we embraced. It always amazed me just how well she fit against me. She must've been placed on this earth just for me. All too soon the hug ended and she pulled away. Her pretty face was lite up with a bright smile as she chatted about her day. How she had aced a test she had been certain she'd fail. How her coach had made them run suicides because the team couldn't calm down and focus on the plays. As she chattered away energetically she moved. “Sorry, Hon,” Jake shrugged. “I couldn’t help it. You two just looked so sexy wrestling around down there...”Lisa glared at him. The recorder was suddenly very hot. Jake let go with a yelp. The recorder fell to the wood-grained ground floor and shattered.“Well, that’s that,” Jake sighed. “What did I miss?”“You missed your daughter’s coming out performance,” Béla said, panting heavily.Jake watched them glare at each other.“Dad,” Lisa began anxiously. Jake held up his hand and Lisa shushed right. Becoming a Witcher meant going through a series of tests, back at the Witcher fortress of Kaer Morhen, which few ever survive. Every single person put through the trials is only a child, so that if they pass the tests, their body is able to adapt to the mutations needed for them to become Witcher's. Not everyone survives these mutations, and everyone comes out different than the way they started. "Freak!" Shouted a civilian standing behind his food cart, as Geralt passed by, his horse snarled.