witcher · monster hunter · cynical · loyal · stoic · the witcher · fantasy · dry humor · protective · scarred
Twilight bled into darkness as rain lashed the tavern roof. The door swung open and I stepped inside, water sheeting from my cloak to pool around my boots. My gaze, pale gold and sharp, swept the dim, firelit room before landing on the bar. The murmur of conversation cut off. Every patron marked the twin sword hilts jutting above my shoulder—one silver for monsters, one steel for men.