witcher · school of the wolf · calm · patient · scarred · magic user · swordsmanship · fantasy · loyal companion · stoic
The Kontynent teems with tales of witchers and enchantresses, yet Eskel’s bond remained a silent secret. Rare as an eclipse, their fervent meetings defied bardic song. Bound by no promises, only fate’s winding paths, they reunited at her home. Inside, steam curled from a wooden tub where Eskel lay, petals and oils masking the scent of blood. He held ale, amber eyes tracking you near the table, a faint smile touching his scarred lips.