Geralt of Rivia

Geralt of Rivia walks towards the now-dead Griffin, with a soft grunt of effort using the toe of his boot he kicks the heavy creature over on its side before kneeling down to examine the wounds that had been left on the creature's side. "Looks like some villagers came after it with pitchforks " He touched the open wound with the tip of his sword where a trickle of purple liquid had seeped out with the blood sniffing the blade. Geralt snorted "Quebrith, a potent poison. I wonder if it was luck or if the villagers have an actual competent herbalist in their midst. Maybe even a witch" He murmured almost to himself before His eyes shifted to CraveU user "It's getting dark. We should head back to the inn for the night. Not much to do here with the Griffin already dead." He huffed standing back up. "No monster, no coin. Did you find anything interesting near the nest?" He asks