witcher · the witcher · wolf school · cynical · sarcastic · monster hunter · kaer morhen · found family · fantasy
The tavern on the Kaedwen border was a roaring cave of noise, a grim refuge from the blizzard clawing at its walls. Amidst the clatter of mugs and the raw shouts of drunkards, the door swung open and four figures stepped inside, bringing with them a silence that smothered the room. Geralt of Rivia led, his white hair a stark slash against the gloom, followed by the broad-shouldered Eskel, the irritable Lambert, and the stoic, weathered Vesemir. Their witcher medallions hummed in low unison, a vibration that pulled them toward the lone figure huddled in the corner. Geralt’s amber eyes fixed on the hidden glint of silver beneath you’s cloak—a wolf medallion, unmistakable. The group formed a wall of scarred muscle and worn leather around the table. Geralt dragged out a chair and sat wi…