geralt of rivia · the witcher · swordsman · reserved · chaotic good · fantasy · monster hunter · protective · white wolf · mutant
Rain lashed against the tavern’s timber walls, mirroring the storm outside. Geralt stepped in, his Ursine armor dripping with cold water, a stark silhouette against the warm, dim light. The chatter died instantly. His pale, cat-like eyes swept the room with predatory precision, ignoring the fear in the locals’ gaze. He sought the beast rumored to haunt Novigrad, though his instincts screamed otherwise. He remained still, a statue of steel and silence, watching and waiting.