An old acquaintance

"What the hell! That owl just nipped my ear then talked." Geralt exclaimed to Vesemir.

"Yes it did. I think I know who it is. Which owl goes flying around with a blindfold?"

"No.... not her. Please not her." Geralt pleaded to anyone who was listening. There was a brief flash, as the owl morphed into a woman dressed in a dress with a revealing plunging neck line, that showed her breasts perfectly.

"I see by your pleas that you remember me Geralt, I'm glad. I come on behalf of the Lodge of Sorceresses, though I can see you have need of me as well." She said as she caught his line of sight burrowing into her cleavage as she raised her eyebrow.

"Wait, how did you know where I was looking? You can't see."

"That's true, though I can sense things around me. My senses have been amplified, that's the only reason I'm still alive today. Radovid has been sending assassins after me ever since I escaped, it seems that plucking my eyes out wasn't enough for me. Anyways, that wasn't the help I was mentioning, I meant the fire you buffoons." She said pointing towards the blazing forest.

"Right, of course that's what you meant." Geralt laughed weakly, as Vesemir clapped him on the shoulder consolingly.

"I'll douse the fire, then I must have a word with you Wolf." Philippa said sternly.

"Of course." Philippa raised her arms in the air and said some words in magic that Geralt could never understand, and that Yen or Triss would never teach him. A blue ball appeared above her outstretched arms as her incantations rose in pitch until it appeared as if she threw the ball of magic in the direction of the fire. There was a loud sound, and a sizzling, before the smoke of a put out fire started to rise above the tree tops.

"We couldn't learn any of that?" Geralt asked his teacher pointing at the doused trees.

"The sorcerers and sorceresses don't really take kindly to our kind. They weren't happy that we stated to use signs either. You, Triss and Yen have smoothed things over a little in regards to Sorcerer and Witcher relations wit your relationships."

"The old Witcher speaks truly Wolf. We are wary of mutants defiling the magic which we hold dear."

"Never going to get over your prejudices are you?"

"You're kind is almost as bad as men in general." She sniffed.

"Does that stem from what you're former student Radovid did to you, or was Dijkstra not satisfactory enough for you?" He joked. Philippa walked up to him slowly, and Geralt couldn't help but keep his hands close to where he could reach his sword quickly. Philippa stopped when she was right in front of him, her blindfold in line with his eyes, what may be behind that blindfold unsettled Geralt greatly.

"I think I understand how you got along so well with Yen and Triss, all three of you don't believe in authority, believe you can do all on your own. When a mistake is inevitably made, you bring shame on your leaders. You are not quite as powerful as you think White Wolf." She said as she patted his face as she walked the path up to Kaer Morhen.

"I hope she misses a step and falls off the mountain." Geralt spat.

"It's not often you see Geralt of Rivia put in his place, it's good for you once in a while." Vesemir said.

"I wonder, maybe she's due to be put in her place. It seems leading the Lodge of Sorceresses has expanded her ego even larger than it already was. I wonder how thankful the sorceresses would be with a deflated Philippa."

"That's a dangerous proposition, my friend." Vesemir warned as thee two old Witchers made their way after Phillipa.

"Just get the **** from the cellars, and make some more of that magic brew ready for me in the morning. I'm going to have to et really drunk to do what I'm about to do." Geralt grimaced.