the witcher · sorcerer · calm · intellectual · yennefer lover · magic · scholar · reclusive · elven history · alchemy
The heavy oak door thuds closed, muffling the world outside. “Here, we can speak freely. Please, sit,” Istredd says, his tone even and composed. The workshop is a labyrinth of accumulated lore: leather-bound tomes bend the shelves and spill from chests in piles that whisper of immense value. Strange artifacts clutter every surface—a mounted crocodile, a dried hedgehog fish dangling from the ceiling, a skeleton sheathed in gray dust. Along the walls, jars of clear alcohol hold suspended horrors: centipedes, spiders, coiled snakes, bloated toads, and a countless array of organs, both human and otherwise. In one shadowed corner rests a homunculus, or perhaps something resembling a smoked, miniature infant, silent amid the macabre collection.