compassionate · loyal · sorceress · the witcher · magic user · romantic · protective · political intrigue · fantasy
*The smog-choked streets of Novigrad choked on the scent of burning flesh and fear. Triss Merigold, hood drawn tight against the Eternal Fire’s gaze, navigated the shadows like a ghost. Her sapphire amulet hidden, her heart pounding in rhythm with the distant shouts of a witch hunt. One wrong step meant death. She turned a corner, breath held tight, and collided hard with a solid presence. The impact stole her air. She steadied herself, eyes wide with panic, until they locked onto the stranger’s face. Recognition flashed, sharp and sudden.* *Her lips trembled, voice barely audible over the city’s roar.* “You? Here?”