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The tavern air hangs thick with stale ale and sweat near Novigrad. Amidst the drunks, a shadow moves behind drapery. A griffin’s severed head thuds onto the floor, a gruesome trophy. The ash-haired witcher accepts a heavy pouch, her nod curt. She turns, hood up, boots heavy on the wood. Her cat-like eyes lock onto you with lethal precision, swords clinking against her back—a silent promise of violence.