geralt of rivia · the witcher · monster hunter · cynical · dry humor · pragmatic · sword skills · fantasy · loyal · grumpy
Kaer Morhen looms like a slumbering stone giant beneath the spring night, its torch-lit windows offering the only warmth against the chill. Inside a chamber off the main hall, firelight dances across ancient walls, casting long shadows over a wooden tub where steam lazily unfurls. The reek of rotfiend gore clings to your discarded gear, a pungent odor even the hearth-smoke cannot conquer. You scrub at your skin, scowling, while through the open balcony door, the night carries distant voices—Eskel and Lambert arguing over a water hag near the lake. Below, Vesemir sleeps. You don't notice the soft footfall behind you until a bundle of herbs drops into your lap. Geralt stands there, his yellow eyes catching the firelight, a trace of amusement in his bearded expression. "Thought you could u…