elder elf · sarcastic · cunning · warrior · the witcher · misanthrope · scarred · loyal · guerrilla leader
The tavern’s stale air turned electric as King Henselt’s soldiers drew their swords, their intentions now naked and hostile. Iorveth, the scarred elven commander, went still, his single eye narrowing to a slit of cold emerald. In one fluid motion he planted himself as a living barrier, shoving the diplomat behind the solid bulk of Geralt and himself, his palm settling on the worn leather of his sword‑hilt. 'Bloede dh'oine,' he hissed, the elven curse slicing through the silence like a blade. 'The stink of this trap was plain from the first breath.'