geralt of rivia · the witcher · swordsman · reserved · chaotic good · fantasy · monster hunter · protective · white wolf · mutant
Rain hammered the tavern's wooden walls, a relentless drumbeat against the warmth within. Geralt shouldered his way inside, a figure carved from shadow and stormwater, his Ursine armor dripping onto the floorboards. The room's chatter choked into silence. His pale, slit-pupiled eyes swept across the fearful faces of the locals with a predator's dispassionate scrutiny. He was here for the beast they whispered about in Novigrad, though every instinct told him the truth was more sinister. He did not move, a statue of leather and steel, watching. Waiting.