![]() "I earn my coin any way I can." He growls, and the woman suddenly regains her composure. The witcher grins, his amber eyes narrowing into slits. You have no place to be, witcher," she taunts. "You dragged a dead thing here and tried to swindle a merchant. I have places to be." She smiles and shakes her head. She gestures for the witcher to join her at a table. "Only those with trained vision can pierce illusions. "Naturally, you'd see through it," she concedes, impressed by the witcher's keen eye. "Even the milk is rumoured to spoil in their cows' udders." The witcher scrutinizes her face, narrowing his eyes. They'd serve you piss with a smile," she states bluntly. "What’s this now?" the witcher inquires, wiping the disgusting froth from his mouth. The figure lowers its hood, revealing a grotesque-looking woman. "Ah, that's why," he mumbles, turning to face the cloaked figure now standing in the doorway. He grimaces and spits back into the tankard. "Not much of a crowd in this pigsty," he mutters, sipping his ale. She fills the tankard with ale and disappears behind a curtain. The witcher takes a seat, his eyes never leaving her soot-streaked face. The barmaid, idly cleaning tankards, slides one his way. ![]() He rolls his eyes and enters the establishment. With the shit you're selling, you'll rake in a fortune!" the witcher retorts, not looking back.Īs the witcher nears the tavern, he notices a cloaked figure lurking in its shadows. "You're just going to leave this thing ‘ere!?" the man shouts after him. The witcher steps over the nekker and strides past the man. You think they care ‘bout a nekker snatching their young at night? One less mouth to feed, I says," the man snorts, pulling a rabbit carcass from his cart. This beast was lurking awfully close to your village," he smirks. The witcher's gaze drifts to the overturned cart. "Ain't got no coin for you, yellow eyes," he retorts, crossing his arms and leaning against his rickety cart. The witcher, cloth still pressed against his nose, furrows his brow. "Well?" the man asks, unimpressed, missing most of teeth. He reaches the man and throws the lifeless creature at his feet. The witcher approaches, a cloth pressed to his face, dragging a dead nekker behind him. Sunlight filters through the cracks of decaying buildings, casting eerie shadows on the ground.Ī cart topples over a ways down the road, and a man curses, kicking it in frustration. The putrid stench of human waste mingles with the distant laughter of children in the small, impoverished village. The sound of a window slamming open resonates through the air as an elderly woman empties her night bucket onto the street below.
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