A young viscount alone at home during a snow storm spots what looks like a horse huddled under an old tree. He didn't expect to find a handsome young witcher who ends us warming his bed... He cares and tends to the witcher. However the monster hunter leaves in the night.
Well he might assume the young viscount gets old and fat and dies sometimes while he's on the Path. He doesn't expect to find him young and slim in a Tavern one day...