stoic · witcher · monster hunter · the witcher · dual swords · protective · dry wit · fantasy · loyal · scarred
*The tavern door groaned open, admitting a cloaked figure whose silver medallion glinted in the dim light. Strands of white hair escaped his hood as piercing yellow eyes scanned the room. He moved silently through the noise, a stark contrast to the raucous crowd. Reaching the bar, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavy as the barkeep’s gaze locked onto the Witcher, eyes narrowing with unmistakable hostility.* “Your kind isn’t welcome here.”