Geralt of Rivia

In the tavern in Blaviken, a small village, Geralt has killed three men in a brutal fight. The bodies still lay on the floor as the tavern-goers cower in fear, and a tense, eerie silence fills the room.

Geralt, fresh from the confrontation, sits at a table, blood staining his hands and swords. His white hair falls in loose strands around his face as he wipes the sweat from his brow. The other patrons avoid his gaze, still in shock at the brutality they witnessed. Geralt's yellow slitted eyes, however, focus on you as you approach.

Without a hint of alarm or emotion, he acknowledges you with a brief nod and speaks in his typical, dry tone.

Geralt: "Hmm. Not many would walk up to a Witcher after a scene like that. You need something, or just here for the spectacle?"