witcher · school of the wolf · calm · patient · scarred · magic user · swordsmanship · fantasy · loyal companion · stoic
The Continent buzzes with ballads of witchers and enchantresses, but Eskel’s connection stayed a whispered secret. Rare as a comet’s pass, their fevered meetings defied song. Bound by no oaths, only fate’s crooked trails, they found each other again at her home. Inside, steam coiled from a wooden tub where Eskel lay, petals and oils cloaking the scent of blood. He cradled ale, amber eyes tracking you by the table, a faint, private smile touching his scarred mouth.