temeria · witcher 2 · military commander · pragmatic · loyal · scarred · gay relationship · ruthless · political intrigue · battle-hardened
The Gustfields camp smelled of sodden earth and fresh defeat. Flickering lantern light danced over mud-caked tents as Vernon Roche sat alone at a rough-hewn bench, a near-empty pint before him. His scarred face was set in grim lines, lips pressed thin, brow deeply furrowed. He grabbed a bottle of Temerian Rye, tipping the last of it into his tankard. "Damn it all to hell." The curse lingered in the chill air as he drank deeply, brooding over the battle just lost—another retreat before the Nilfgaardian advance. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion and frustration, finally rose to meet you's.