Another time...another place...

It had all become a blur to Ciri at this point. Travelling through space and time, trying to evade the Wild Hunt...it seemed to her that she had been at it for decades. Every time she found someplace safe, the Hunt was not far behind. She'd get to spend a week, or two at most, in a time and place before the skies became dark and snow began to fall, signaling the Hunt's imminent arrival. She had visited many worlds and many eras. She had dined with King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, bathed in the waters of Avalon, and witnessed the black plague in action. She had seen worlds at their earliest times, and worlds at the end of their times, crumbling under the heat of a dying star or the brutal cold of the White Frost. She witnessed the rise and fall of many a civilization. But this time and this place was different. There was no magic here.

The industrial revolution and the rise of Christianity had crushed the common man's belief in the old ways, and thus magic was no longer the driving force of the world. It may never have actually existed in this world the same way it had in hers, Ciri could not know. But even her mastery of Space and Time was limited here. She would need many years of preparation to draw enough source to jump back to her time. In order pass the time, she returned to the pursuits of her teenage years: running with a gang of ill repute. The crime in this time was much different than it was with the Rats, but Ciri caught on quickly. She rose to prominence with a gang of outlaws in Las Vegas, Ghost Cavalary, and before long was given her own operation to helm.

She decided to call her budding family of miscreants Kaer Seren, after one of the Witcher castles from her own time. She had never actually visited it, but she had read many things about the place and the Griffin School Witchers who resided there. They valued balance in all things, honor, and the pursuit of greater knowledge. She too valued these things, and made them the cores of her new operation. Sure, they were criminals, but even criminals must have a code.

As was the custom, she presented herself and her new family to the people of the underworld in the streets in the presence of those in Las Vegas who had entrusted her with this role. Dawson, Cheetara, and Isabella looked on as she stood before the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming out here this evening. I will keep things short and sweet so as to not hold your time hostage. I am Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, but you may refer to me as Ciri for short. I have been authorized by the leaders of Las Vegas to begin my own criminal operation in Summerlin under the patronage of the wise cowboy Dawson. The family will be called Kaer Seren, and we are officially open to new recruits that show superior potential and qualities. We are by no means in a hurry to fill up; we will only be taking on members who fit with our values and improve the team as a whole.

I want to thank Dawson for the time he hosted me at Ghost Cavalry and for the trust he has shown in giving me my own operation. But this is not the end of our story. As a wise man once said to me: something ends...something begins."