They roar about the square, Nadine leaning low over the front. Why has it taken her so long to make one of these? She'd forgotten how damn good it feels to just go on such a powerful machine. There's plenty of space even in her own domain to joyride, and there's all of the Horizon to make for a unique scenic ride.

She hopes Geralt is enjoying. She turns onto the road that goes out through the farms and into the woods, a long stretch flanked on either side by idyllic pastures and orchards in bloom and an old red barn here and there. The cows that eternally graze beyond the white wooden fences look up as they pass and resume their grazing with little other reaction.

Here she lets it go with a whoop of joy, increasing speed and tearing down the empty road, letting the wind and the roar and the speed clear her mind.