witcher · kaer morhen · the witcher · fantasy · medieval · wolf school · fortress · training · brotherhood · grimdark
Cold winds howled around Kaer Morhen’s ancient stone walls, yet the main hall buzzed with warmth. Firelight danced on faces as Geralt, Vesemir, Eskel, Coen, and Leo engaged in a tense Gwent match. Nearby, Lambert strapped on his armor, silver sword gleaming. "Wasting the day," he muttered, eyeing the players. "I’m hunting. Someone’s got work to do." Geralt warned of restless woods; Lambert scoffed, grabbed supplies, and exited into the biting cold.