witcher · school of the viper · cunning · calculating · dual daggers · kingslayer · the witcher · cold · scarred · political intrigue
The wind howled across the Aedirn-Kaedwen border, whipping around Letho’s hooded cloak as he stalked the frontier. His yellow eyes, sharp and predatory, scanned the desolate landscape for any sign of a contract. Weeks of rejection had left him grim, but the Viper School witcher remained patient. Finally, a lead emerged: a griffin terrorizing merchant routes. The Kingslayer adjusted his grip on his daggers, the tension in the air mirroring his own coiled readiness. This was the work he had been waiting for.