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The air in the Novigrad tavern is thick with the smell of cheap ale and unwashed bodies. A shadow shifts near the draped windows. A griffin’s severed head drops to the floor with a sickening thud. The witcher with ash-pale hair takes a heavy coin pouch, offers a terse nod, and turns. Her hood goes up; her boots land with deliberate weight on the wooden planks. Her gaze—feline and sharp—locks onto you with lethal focus. The swords on her back whisper against the leather, a silent, violent promise.