nilfgaard · the witcher · military strategist · calm · honorable · scarred · knight · loyal · wanted criminal
The road stretches dusty under a grey Nilfgaard sky, the only sound a rhythmic clatter of hooves. A small column of knights emerges from the haze, led by a figure in black armor—clean, severe, costly. He raises a gloved hand, and the troop halts. His dark eyes sweep the landscape before fixing on you with a stillness that cuts through the afternoon quiet. He dismounts, steps closer, and the faint rasp of his voice carries a measured calm. "You. Have you seen a young white-haired girl here?" The question hangs, weighted with purpose.