Of Monsters and Men

Teriana frowned, confused by his words. "But if the person who wanted to hurt you was watching the cave, would they not have covered all entrances? Come to think of it, wouldn't they have stopped me from entering in the first place?" Ana shrugged, rearranging her basket. "You are most welcome William Snow. I hope you return the kindness to someone in need. But I will be returning the way I came. I have no fear of the people who tread the dark. It is they who should fear me." She said with a grim smile before turning away and heading back up into the caves.
"Best of luck to you, and may the gods grace your journey."

 

William's pov:



'But if the person who wanted to hurt you was watching the cave, would they not have covered all entrances? Come to think of it, wouldn't they have stopped me from entering in the first place?' "People are not the smartest people around. Yes the smart thing would have been to trap me in this cave forever. Maybe trap you in here once you entered but that did not happen." Before Teriana left he went under the water and kept going he was under the water longer then what should be possible. He followed the cave under the water for some time. Then he came back to where Teriana was standing. He could follow the under water cave, but there was no telling how far it might go. "Teriana I have decide that I will go with you. You freed me and I must go with you. Besides if the person who attacked me is still around two people are better then one." He stepped out of the water and stood by ready to go with Teriana. Teriana's fire magic was some what interesting. What could she do with it he wondered. What did being frozen in ice do to him? He had the power over wind and water. The there was the fact that the cold did not bother him anymore.

Olivia's pov:



A man stood there. The fight was all over. This man did not want to kill. It was unusual. 'I refuse to leave someone to fight alone. If you will not run then I will fight alongside you.' The man had said. "I can take care of myself thank you." She was not angry, in fact there did not seem like she was expressing any emotion. "The fight is over yet you seem like you do not want to kill. It is kill or be killed out here." It was the way of life as a witcher. He did not know the pain her pain. Her whole town, her family was killed by the very things he did not want to kill. She felt like he would one day find out the truth. 'So what are you doing out here anyways? What is your name?' She let out a sigh. "I was at Kaer Morhen. There was to be a witcher training hall thing there, but it does not matter. I am on my way to Oxenfurt. Name is Olivia Fulmar."

 

Raymond Mercator, his lands near Oxenfurt

He had dug the post holes and erected the 6 poles that would support his new home, it was significantly smaller than his old one, but what would he need all that room for? He was on his own again, he still felt numb inside from the shock of losing everything he had worked so hard to build. It was good that the work would provide some distraction of it all. He did it all himself for he couldn't afford to have it all built for him. It wasn't a very difficult home to build anyways 6 poles to hold up the roof and to use as bases for the walls around it. Simple, effective, cheap and easy to repair. He felled another tree and started to divide it into planks to start building the walls. He'd start with the north eastern corner for the winds came in from there, it'd atleast give him a corner to rest after he had finished the roof, for he was certain he wouldn't be able to get it all done today, even if his legs were good he would be unable to complete it in time, now he'd be lucky if he could get it all done by tomorrow... Raymond worked as hard as he could throughout the day atleast getting to the point where he could sleep underneath a roof he could call his own again. It wasn't much, but it was all he had, all he needed as the man drifted off to sleep, with his sword laying next to him.

 

What a curious reaction the drunkard had. Callum had merely cut off his drinking and the man had frozen solid. Then again, it wasn't that unusual due to his nature of being a Witcher. In any case, he wouldn't be drinking anymore, Calllum was sure of it, and thus he had avoided social interaction. Huzzah. He turned away and took a step away before he felt a familiar vibration on his chest. The medallion he and most other Witchers wore was vibrating, the one that vibrated only in the presence of monsters. So, either one of the other drunks was a monster or...

Spinning around to face Zack, he stared at him without a word for a moment. "You know, there's a hell of a lot of things I hate about the world. Poverty, fires, abusive fathers, but you know there is one thing that I have to say I hate the most" the Witcher said as he gripped the bottom of the table Zack was seated at. "It's been a while since I've gotten to slay a Doppler, and I relish every minute of it" the male said as he heaved and flipped the table up and drew his silver longsword as the table fell backwards towards Zack.

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻)



Yana frowned a little. "That old, ratty thing? That's no fun. But I suppose if it'll stop your whining for a few minutes, I probably should" the witch said, before looking the golem up and down. "See, if you could do that the first time we wouldn't be having to do this or get medicine for your sickness" she stated. Yana then skipped away a littleways to a tree with a stuffed rabbit sitting in the fork of it. It was a little high up, but Yana had been an expert at climbing things since she was like, 3, and so after about two minutes she had obtained the bunny and then she tossed it towards Annabelle. "Theeeere you go, now hurry up, the sooner we get medicine the sooner you'll be all better and then we can keep practicing!" the spellslinger exclaimed as she turned and raced into the deep, dark cave, giggling and cackling every so often as she imagined what was to come.


@Magick ....sort of an opportunity there with the cackling if you so choose too
@Aelin FireHeart​

 

Veera stopped along one of the side streets near the ocean. Her sensitive ears picked up the sound of crying. A woman. She turned down the street, and happened upon a young woman, a girl really, attempting to scrub what appeared to be slanderous writing and fruit off the side of a house. Probably her own. Veera walked closer, her footsteps quiet as she carefully made sure to appear in front of the girl, so as not to startle her.
"Are you having trouble?" She asked quietly, crossing her arms over her shoulders as the hilts of her swords caught the light. Witchers, by their own code, couldn't technically take contracts without some sort of payment. The payment doesn't have to be money. She added to herself as the light caught her eyes, making them shimmer. The world suddenly lit up and she had to squint, waiting until the light passed behind a cloud and wasn't so blinding.



Zack stumbled back as the table fell forward, missing his toes by mere inches as it slammed into the ground. The entire tavern went quiet, and his drunken brain scrambled for an escape route, a hope, a plea. "I'm...I'm not a doppler." He slurred, fear evident in his voice. "I'm a human, just like the rest of them." He fumbled for the dagger at his side and pulled it out, dropping the sheath to the ground and grabbing the blade nearly hard enough to cut his skin. "See? I can touch silver. I'm not a doppler." His voice had taken on a pleading quality. But who's wouldn't? Who had a prayer when they were up against a witcher? With the exception of a mage, there wasn't a soul alive who could compete with them.
"I'm not a doppler." He repeated, tears of fear in his eyes. Please gods, not today. Not today and I'll never drink again.



"Besides, two people are better then one."
"I couldn't agree more." Teliana murmured as the cave filled with the sound of cackling. It was both familiar and unnerving, and she placed her basket to the side, her subconscious already telling her that she was going to up for a fight. She needed to keep the plant ingredients safe for her journey back. She needed to keep them safe for him. "William, I would prepare yourself. I think we're going to be in for a bit of combat." She rolled up her peasant dress sleeves, the fire itching to flare to life around her hands. Not yet. She told herself. Not yet. There was a slight chance this person would be friendly. But as the laughter grew closer, in her heart Ana knew this wasn't the case. "F*ck." She said plainly, letting her hands warm.

 

Veera had reached for her swords, but when the man had threatened the girl she had let her hands lower back down. She could go through the girl, yes, but her mentor had taught her life was precious in all forms. Except those of man killing monsters, of course. Instead she could only do as the man asked and follow them, letting her mind go blank as she witnessed the brutality of a nature that was far more twisted then any she had come across before. Even vampires had a sense of duty to their prey. This was just blatant violence for violence's sake. With each passing minute, the black thread of anger that had woven around Veera's heart clenched tighter, growing stronger. "I will kill you for this," She promised with her hands clenched, ready for any given weakness to be shown so she could end this girl's misery. She almost wanted to, right there, and kill the son of a bitch, but something in the girl's eyes pleaded for life.

Despite everything the poor, bloodstained human had been through, she still wanted to live. As Seth exited, Veera whispered the words of a curse, using them as a chain to constrict the anger inside of her, and remind her.
"Nowhere is safe. No dark corner is too far for my wrath to reach you. Fear me now and run, for you have incurred the rage of a witcher. And I swear, on every drop of cursed blood that runs through my veins, that you will die by my hand." She turned, putting him out of her mind as she tended to the girl the best she could, removing the gag and cutting away the bonds. One of her mage friends would be of use now, as a Witcher potion was all she had apart from herbs. But while the potion had a good chance of working miracles on the resilient girl, it also had just as good of a chance at killing her. And she would die in agony.

"Cross that bridge when we get there, eh?" she whispered to the injured soul as she worked to stop the bleeding and bandage the wounds left. "Why do I recognize your face?" She murmured, more to herself then her until now silent conversation partner. Gently, she brushed a tangled strand of hair from the girl's face, frowning before grabbing a nearby blanket that had been spared the carnage, and wrapping it around the girl, picking her up and carrying her into a different room. "You don't need to see that. But I promise you, sweet soul. I have claimed that one's pain, and his death shall be mine." Until she could lead and start tracking him, however, she needed to stay with the girl and make sure she would make it through the night.

 

Ava's pov:



According to where Ava was in my last post she was near Kaer Morhen well not anymore. She left Kaer Morhen ages ago and was some how able to get to a different location it was almost like magic. The gold in her pockets were not anything she wanted more. The mine had very little. She let out a sigh. She would have to continue looking in different towns and mines. She continued to walk. Kaer Morhen was long gone by now. Where would be the next place to look for gold? She continued to walk passing various cave and forest as she went. She was now approaching Novigrad. Perhaps this would be a good place to destroy next. It nothing else it would be fun and best of all free. She quite enjoyed destroying this man's reputation. There was a smile on her face as she walked into town.

Olivia's pov:



'I don't think it has to be that way all the time if you just look at how the creature lives. Yes some kill for the sake of killing but these ones....these ones were just starving, looking for any source of food for their family.' The man had said. "You do not know what they can do. I have seen it I have live it. Monsters are monsters." Then the man asked if she wanted to go back and see the academy. It seemed to be a huge step backwards to go back there. "I guess I will go back with you it is not like I have anything better to do." She took the hand Aaron offered. There was one thing that seemed out about Aaron. She let her hand drop. "Do you always walk around without shirt?" She asked, with curiously. She was ready to head out back to Kaer Morhen. This man was somewhat interesting.

William's pov:



Teliana agreed that the two of them was better then being by ones self. He followed behind Teliana back though the cave. 'William, I would prepare yourself. I think we're going to be in for a bit of combat.' Wow I thought no one was watching that it would be safe that no one would be here thinking the sarcasm and words. He had told Teliana about this not being safe, but no. Apparently it would be fine. He could feel the heat coming off the rocks. "They are a fire user." he whispered. Anyone could tell by the heat coming off the up coming person.

 

Making her way further into the cave, Yana came to a stop when she saw two people. One she recognized as Teliana, another person in the mage community, and the other was some random dude. He looked really cold and tired, and altogether boring. And was that a frozen stick he was holding? Oh well, business was business. "MINION! I FOUND SOMETHING TO BURN! COME WATCH!" she said, bellowing behind her regardless of how close or far Annabelle happened to be. She then turned and cackled a little. "How ya doin' witchey bitch? It's been aaaages since we saw each other. How's the pile of ash that used to be your house? And who is Frosty?" the young witch asked, a giggle on the tip of her tongue as she engaged in casual conversation. As she spoke, however, she held out a hand and caused a fireball to materialize in it, before slowly turning darker and darker until it was a pure black colour.

"I trust my medallion over your lies. I don't know how you're doing that with the dagger, but this medallion is one of my greatest tools. It vibrates only in the presence of monsters, vibrating faster the closer I am to said monster. It's been going crazy since I stepped near you, so you can drop the act. Nobody's buying it" Callum said. He pulled back the silver sword and thrust it forward, attempting to impale Zack on the end of the blade. However, just before the sword could connect it was knocked out of the way by one of the drunkards that happened to be in the room.

"He ain't a doppla. Look at 'im, he's holdin' a silver dagger. Doppler's can't do that can they? Yer medallion's broke"

Callum sighed. People sucked. "For the love of god, just let me do my damn job" he retorted. The man stood still in front of Zack, unflinching and not showing any signs of backing down at all. "I don't get paid nearly enough for this" Callum stated, unsheathing the steel sword and swiftly decapitating the man before him. The body fell to the floor with a thump, followed by several alarmed cries.

"He killed him!"
"Witcher or not, he's a murderer!"
"Maybe he's the monster!"
"Oh my god you're right, lets bring him in to a real witcher and get paid!"
"Puck yeah, great idea eh? Sorry I didn't bring it up sooner, I had to get through my maple syrup covered waffles"

The Canadian got no further before he was silenced before anyone knew what he was going on aboot by the sword running him through too. More angry cries followed, before just about every person in the bar, including a now pissed off bartender, began moving towards Callum, tension rising and bloodlust becoming evident in their actions and movements. Another sigh from Callum emerged. "Well, maybe this lot will be able to finally kill me" he said quietly. Then again, most of them were drunk and he was a Witcher, so maybe they wouldn't.​

 

As Kruez continued to progress through the forest, he eventually came across a clearing with a lone tree in the center of it. At the base of the flower were a bunch of various shapes and sizes. Kruez walked up to the tree and then crouched down. There was only one thing out of all this that he actually needed and that was the sole thing he was looking for. Thus his eyes scanned around the base of the tree til he found a flower that stuck out to him. The flower had red petals which was exactly what he needed. Part of being a traveling alchemist was making sure that you had things that could easily catch the eye of passerby, which would increase the odds of them handing out some case. Still in his knelt down position Kruez carefully picked up the flower and placed it into a jar that he had on hand with him.

Now that the reason why he'd come to White Orchid in the first place was over, the mage had now started to make his way out of the forest towards the next nearest town. From what he recalled, Novigrad was the the closest place to where he was so that was where he headed.

*Cue timeskip that only affects Kruez cause White Orchid is much farther away from Novigrad than I thought at first*

The casual sound of wood hitting the stone walkway could be heard as Sweallow walked the streets of Oxenford. There wasn't anything particular that he had planned on doing today, well other than going for a walk to get some fresh air. He may have been a doppel, but he was by no means a hostile one. Sweallow much preferred to live his live in both peace an serenity.

Krylen was currently on the trail of a monster that had lead him near a cave, though it would be more accurate to say that he lost sight of the monster and that he'd ended up in front of this cave. He didn't know whether or not the monster that he had been hunting had gone into the cave or not (though he was hoping that it did so that he wouldn't have lost it), but regardless of that, his pendant was faintly glowing near the mouth of he cave. Something that it only did when there were monsters nearby. So this cave was still worth checking out. That in mind, he turned to face the mouth of the cave and ventured into it.

 

"You're brother is the Witcher Aaron?" He was a good lad, as she remembered. Enthusiastic, always talking about his family. He stuck out in her memory because more often then not they plucked the children they trained from orphanages and roadsides. He had been lucky and not, have come from a home. "Damn." She swore to herself. It was near impossible to contact a witcher on the road, and if she wasn't mistaken, he would have left Kaer Morhn days ago. Still, it didn't hurt to try. But to do so, she would have to leave the girl and step outside. It was doubtful the doppler would come back to kill her, he seemed to prefer his victims remember the misdeeds against them, and suffer. She sighed, reaching into her satchel. Out came a needle and thread, along with clean water, and a bottle that held a light red liquid. Swallow. The healing potion of witchers. If the girl's bleeding didn't stop, she might be forced to use it.

For now, she pulled off the makeshift bandages and began to sew one of the gashes shut, knitting the skin together with the thread. It wasn't her best handiwork by far; she had forgotten how different it was working on other people rather then herself. She needed a mage, and she needed one now. They would be able to send a message and heal the girl, a double blessing. She had no coin to offer, but a favor from a witcher, that was a hefty thing that was rarely turned down.

"Young one, if you're to survive I may need to step out and find a mage. If you do not wish this of me, you may still bleed out from these wounds. The only other option I have is to give you this potion." She indicated Swallow, sitting on the bedside table. "The choice is yours." She finished, hoping the girl could hear her.



"Yana. It's been too short a time." Especially since she had never hoped to see the other woman again. It wasn't just that they both mastered fire. Yana was cruel and vicious, never stopping to think of the casualties caused by her experiments. "I had hoped to leave this cave in good health, but I don't suppose you would let that happen, would you?" She said as an afterthought as the black fire, a signature Yana move, began to gather. She had often wondered if Yana colored the fire on purpose, expending energy to make it more memorable, or if it was simply black because it matched her soul. Her own fire was red with blazes of orange, and she pressed her palms together, feeling the heat grow between the flat surfaces of her skin before pushing her hands apart, the fire ball growing in between them.

It was then she spotted the girl. Bandaged, bloody, and nearly broken. "Gods, Yana, what have you done?" And now she felt rage. What Yana had done to her colleagues was a different matter, but a child....."William, this is your last chance. You don't seem to care for fire, and this entire cave is going to explode into it within a matter of seconds. I would leave while you can." If he moved quick enough, he could get around Yana and dart for the exit.

"Child, come here!" She called out as the fireball grew larger, the flames crackling and spitting as it fought her control, wanting to be free. "I can protect you!" Because Yana certainly wouldn't. "Or at least get out of the way!" When the ball was larger then her head she launched it, whispering the words. When the ball got closer to Yana, it would explode, covering everything in its vicinity with flames and heat.





Zack watched as the drunken townspeople came to his rescue. Of all the ironies, his dagger trick worked on them, if not the witcher. As they flew to his defense, he did the only sensible thing; he turned and ran. Out the door, down the road, and towards the river. He had to get rid of his trail. Witchers couldn't track in water, could they? His senses still tingling from the drinks he had so happily downed prior, he sloshed and stumbled his way through the cold water. It wasn't long before his words up to his knees were numb, and walking was near impossible. He managed to make it to the other bank and fell to his knees, gasping for air. A hand on his shoulder made him raise his eyes, half fearing the witcher would somehow materialize in front of him.



Bryce looked down at his soaking wet comrade. The stolen witcher necklace around his neck, told him without a doubt that this was a doppler. "Come, friend." He said gently, helping the blonde man to rise. "The one who seeks you will be delayed. We must head into the city, and go underground. I have created a haven for those of our people who are worthy. We will be safe there." Bryce took the man by the elbow and guided him away, with a careful glance over his shoulder. They would be long gone by the time the witcher was able to leave. He hoped it wouldn't come to a fight; from observing Zack's encounter with the cat eyed adversary, it was clear the man couldn't be swayed to their side. No matter. He had killed a witcher before, and he would find a way to do so again, if it meant keeping his people safe. For now, all that mattered was that one more sheep had been added to his flock, and he needed to get it far from the wolves before entertaining any other thought.

 

Olivia's pov:



When Aaron said 'hey can do many things, so do go out to harm, but not all do.' She let out a sigh. She did not think she would ever get though to Aaron. So she should probably stop trying. She had met lots of withers but none of them went though what she did. "We can walk I guess, back to Kaer Morhen." What else was there to do? She was back-tracking but oh well. She let out a laugh at Aaron's little scene. He was not wearing a shirt and started looking for one in his bag. He came out of his bag without one. He is asked if it bothered her. "Not really." He was kind of cute in a way. "At least you are not naked." She said with a smile and laugh. She wondered if that happened to him at all. He did not noticed he was shirtless so what to say he would not noticed being naked? While walking back to the academy. "So what brings you out here away from Kaer Morhen? Tell me about yourself Aaron." She seemed to relax a little. The conversation keep going odder and odder as they walked.

William's pov:



He stood with his staff in hand ready of whatever came around the corner. A women came around the corner. She quickly making a blackish fire ball in her hand. He let out a sigh who was teaching these wizards now? He was gone for far to long. Then a question came to his head. Were the mages at war? At far as knew they were always trying to remain neutral in any conflict. While the would help the injured they normally did not fight unless they had to. Then he noticed the small young girl. She seemed to be blistered and had bleeding arms. He was sure the women did this. He could heal the child, but now not with the women there. Teliana seemed to know this women. Yana was her name. "I am not going anywhere. That child needs help." Then Teliana did something that was unexpected. She threw a fire ball as large as her head at Yana. What was she doing? What was going on? This was not the way of the mage. He would have to report this soon. Fighting was never the answer, just look at what it did to the child. There was not really anything he could do anyways the fight started.

 

"Why would she want to be protected by you? I'm training her, we're making her strong, she will be the bestest mage ever. Aaaand if you try to hurt her, you're going to burn, but I think I'll do that anyway, so have fun" the girl said, watching the fireball as it flew to her. She stepped forward and held out her arms as though she was going to give it a big hug. It looked that way because that's exactly what she did, embracing its warmth and power as the spell hit her. She giggled slightly, the spell having no more effect than if someone had simply punched her. Having near-immunity to fire came in handy sometimes and enabled her to do completely stupid things like this.

Once it was done, Yana held her hands before her. The little orb in her gauntlet began floating around in a circle, having a chance to deflect physical projectiles as she began casting an incantation. After about five seconds, she had a huge, black fireball floating in front of her. "Froooosty the snowmaaaan, gonna be a puddle" the witch said in a sing-song tone of voice, as the fireball flew up into the sky and exploded, sending quite a lot of smaller fireballs shooting around the area within the cave. Yana turned around and stood hunched over Annabelle, knowing the sickness would only get worse but protecting her completely from the fire attack with her own body, like a goddamn boss.


Five minutes passed and a very irritated-looking Callum Crux walked out of the tavern, leaving a slew of bodies in his wake as he walked out and sheathed both blades, both covered in blood. He was a gruesome sight, with quite a few cuts over his body and absolutely drenched in the blood of his enemies, but he was still alive. Unfortunately. "Damn, still kicking. Ah well, maybe if I find the doppler he'll be able to do the job...if he doesn't run away like a scared little dog with its tail between its legs again, anyway" he stated.

Tracking the scent of the alcohol-infused doppler, Callum found his way to a river and took a step into it. The water was remarkably cold, as though attempting to enter it would be difficult to accomplish without getting sick. Kind of like Callum's heart, really. However, he did enter it, and as he stood there waist-deep in the water, he could see the doppler hunched over as though he were exhausted. "Are you going to accept your fate? It's nothing personal, I hate everyone, this just happens to be my job. So how about making this easy on me?" he questioned, calling out across the river.​

 

Veera sighed, then grabbed the potion from the wooden table. "I'll tell him, but gods willing you're strong enough to make it through. May they watch over you." May they watch over us all. She helped the girl sit up and pressed the bottle to her lips, waiting until the red liquid was completely gone before setting it back down. She would have plenty of time to remake it later. "I apologize, but I must do this for your own protection." She went into the bloodstained room, wrinkling her nose at the smell of body fluid as she grabbed one of the few remaining clean sheets. Tearing it in half with ease, she recreated a gentler version of the bonds that had held Tatiana, and used them to tie her wrists and ankles to the bed posts.

"This is not going to be pleasant." She added, working quickly but trying to leave the girl enough slack that she wouldn't feel trapped. It was much too soon to put her through such an ordeal, but there was no choice. "You're going to experience a seizure, probably within the next five minutes. After that, I cannot say. But I won't leave you." Finished with tying the girl up so that the seizure wouldn't completely destroy her body, Veera pulled up a chair, clasping her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. "You may call me Veera. The bonds will keep you from hurting yourself while I make sure you don't bite your tongue in half."

And now, there was nothing left but to sit back and wait.




Teriana had barely enough time to throw up a shield to protect herself and William. The flames illuminated her hair and face as she watched it repel the black fire back up towards the ceiling before causing it to vanish. Looking over, she noticed that Yana was protecting the child from the flames, despite the obvious illness it was causing the girl. Could it be that Yana had an emotional stake in the child? Teriana highly doubted such a possibility, but it wasn't the strangest thing she had seen. She let the shield disintegrate in her hands and straightened, brushing ash off her dress.
"As ready for battle as ever." She said in a flat voice, eyeing both Yana and the girl. It appeared the child had powers of her own. And Yana had mentioned training her. An apprentice? One Yana was enough for this world.

"You should let that child go to a good home. Someone who will give her actual clothes instead of risking her being mistaken for a whore's dress up doll." Teriana wanted nothing more then to leave this place and get back to the man who was waiting for her. Well, for her flowers. But her conscience told her she couldn't leave without at least trying to save the girl from a life time of misery. Or an early death.



Zack turned back, his hair sopping wet and giving him an overall pathetic appearance as he let his arms hang at his sides. He was frightened, more then a little frightened by the sight of Callum covered in blood. How many people had this witcher killed, just because he wanted to live? How many people had just died for him to remain free a little longer? "Why do you do it?" He asked dully, staring down at the water that swirled around his torso. "Why do you have to kill us? We didn't do anything wrong. We just want to live, too."



Bryce waited until the witcher had focused his attention entirely on Zack. On the obvious target. He stepped from the shadows of the bridge that had conveniently come into the storyline at this point. "The boy has a point." He said as he pointed his iron blade towards Callum's neck, shield strapped to his left arm. "Why do you have to hunt us? We haven't wronged anyone, least of all you. If you have a contract, I can offer you more then they'll pay you." He said, arm steady. He was taking a gamble with this, but a witcher's code first and foremost involved gold. If he could appeal to that, then perhaps he and Zack could make it back for supper.

 

Darick's pov:

He was near oxenfurt, wondering around. The wolfs heard at some point seemed to stop. The town of oxenfurt seemed big enough but he didn't know what to do.

Kara's pov:

She woundered around Novigrad and at some point saw someone crying (Tatiana)
But wandered away now she coild turn into the girl if she wanted, she could turn into a random villager if she wanted or a guard even.

Evan's pov:

He was in a field between Oxenfurt and Novigrad, trees everywere, he hopped he didn't he lost. The clouds of rain still avove. It still looked like it could rain but it didn't, which was strange. He was becoming more nervous, he didn't like being pushed away.