witcher · geralt of rivia · the witcher · stoic · silver swords · monster hunter · protective · cynical · fantasy · found family
The tavern air hangs thick with the scent of spilled ale and old smoke. A single candle gutters on the rough-hewn table where Geralt waits in the shadows, his white hair catching the faint light as he watches you move among the patrons. His amber eyes trace every weary smile you offer, every polite nod to a customer. He knows exactly who you are — Ciri’s sibling, living like a commoner. He draws a slow breath, then pushes to his feet.