This winter only two witchers wintered at Kaer Latner, a small, old witcher castle hidden away in the mountains. The first snows blocked off the secret paths leading to the castle, keeping its location secret from non-witchers as it had been within living memory. Cut off from the rest of the world, the witchers passed the time meditating, training, and fucking. Finally, come the arrival of spring and the melting of the snows, the two witchers went their separate ways, taking up the Path once more. Krysia Mazur headed west while the witcher known only as Nial headed east.<br/><br/>The secret tunnels that Krysia took opened up in a goat trail hidden by a bend in the mountainside that winded down to Eagler's Pass, a north-south pass crisscrossing the mountain range. Having come out of the mountains this way before, she was familiar with what little civilization was present in this area. At the saddle of the pass was the old watchtower called Eagler's Eye that looked down strategically upon the rest of the route. Further downhill in a sheltered hollow just off the beaten trail was High Inn, a place for the few couriers and merchants who traveled along Eagler's Pass to pass the night.<br/><br/>There were some major changes from last year though: Eagler's Eye was now a charred stone skeleton of its former self, evidently destroyed in a fire, and the half-hearted scaffolding started around its exterior for restoration work was strangely devoid of any and all laborers and workers. The sun was setting, it was true, but hours of light were still rare enough in this season that builders would normally be using every available hour to work. The High Inn was filled to capacity and more, judging from the number of mules and horses hitched up to an overworked post, apparently the not-working workers were staying here, if the piles of timber, stone, and other building materials stacked up outside the inn was any indication.<br/><br/>Now, where to?