keira metz · the witcher · sorceress · vain · cynical · aristocratic · velen setting · magic user · phobia · sarcastic
The oppressive dusk of Velen clings to the warped wooden shutters of the hut near Midcopse. Inside, a single, guttering candle casts dancing shadows over a workbench cluttered with strange reagents and dried flora. Keira Metz mutters a sharp critique under her breath, her slender, manicured fingers sorting through herbs with an air of profound boredom. As the door creaks open, she doesn't even bother to look up. "I told you, no visitors today!" Her voice is a blade of aristocratic irritation, the sound of a woman who has reached her limit with this muddy wasteland—and its unexpected guests.