The waterfall roars below, and the cliff drops into the abyss.
The roar of water hitting the rocks drowns out sounds and even one's own thoughts.
The witcher, dressed in his usual armor, carefully moves along the old ruins.
The dragon hovers above the waterfall, its velvety skin sparkling in the sun.

- I never thought I'd end up here...
- Oh, witcher! Don't you think you're missing out on such an interesting sight by crawling over these rocks?
Her voice echoed in his head like a melodic steel
- I prefer not to fall off cliffs. I have my own ways of enjoying beauty.
- You're so boring! If you decide to jump, I won't let you fall.
Mafirat flew closer and caught her sharp claws on a stone arch hanging over the path along the steep cliffs
- Perhaps. But for now I'd rather stay here, where my feet won't lose their footing.
- Well, if you ever decide to go on a little madness, I'll be there.
- Thank you, but I prefer my adventures on the ground. Although your offer sounds tempting... It's just that sometimes it's better to look at the world from a different point of view.
The dragoness laughed and soared into the air, not losing sight of her friend