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It was a peaceful village, located near a tall mountain.
A witcher and a child were near the village. The girl was singing.
- "These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone"
She became bored by the journey. At first she was on the back. Then she wanted to be on the front, watching the beautiful views. The she felt tired and went on the back once again, resting her head on the witcher's back, closing her eyes to rest for a while.
Then she wanted to be on thethe front once again, because she could see everything.
- "You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent, berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks en-twisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep"
Most of the elves or even half elves had gift for arts and singing. But not Evellienn. She was just awful in so many ways, but she was so bored.
- "The wolf I will follow into the storm
To find your heart, its passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone
Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace"
Then she stopped.
- I... I forgot the rest... - the girl said - you know, Verin, this is a song about the great witcher Geralt and the sorceress Yennefer of Vengerberg. They loved each other so much, but they couldn't be together. He, just like you, had child of surprise, a girl, named Ciri. He risked his life so many times just to save her, I guess he really loved her. He called her his daughter. Yennefer loved the girl as if she was her daughter too. They say Ciri is now a witcheress and Geralt and Yennefer live together, away from everything. Is this really true? Do you know them?
They entered the village. It wasn't small, but it wasn't big either.
- Verin, I can't feel my ass, let's stop for a while. - Evellienn said. She wasn't used to long trips like that.
All over the village there were contracts. The notice board was full with the same contract, written by the self-appointed mayor. He was a really wealthy trader. The contract was about a dragon and this explained the unusual people in the inn. Group of dwarves with big axes drinking in the tavern. Elves with bows. A knight. Mercenaries. Maybe mages or sorceresses too.
The inn was full of people that weren't afraid to fight. Most of them, and especially the dwarves were loud, drinking, eating and laughing. The innkeeper was happy with the thirsty and hungry customers. Almost all of the rooms were taken. Outside there were carts with provisions and weapons. It was the first time Evellienn and the people from the village were seeing this many weapons in one place.
- Verin! - the girl shouted, pointing somewhere - look! Bards! Verin, Verin, oh my god, this is Priscilla!!!!
Of course bards would show up here. Fighting a dragon was the perfect scenario for a ballad, and all these people here would want to listen to some good music, before heading to hunt.
The girl thought that this night would be magical.

[Note: The reward for the dragon is 1000 crowns and the dragon's body. Most people believe that dragons are extinct, but we're about to see if there's a real dragon]

Vivian smirked as she stuffed the coin purse into her rucksack on her back, then pulled herself out of the window, peering down over onto the street. Luckily for her, the sign for the tavern was blocking her from most everyone's view. Vivian was just casually making her way around the ledge of the building before she happened to see the coin purse that belonged to the sleeping man in one of the tavern's inn rooms, so she accidentally reached in and snatched it. Vivian put her finger to her lips as she saw the person in bed squirm a bit. She knew he didn't see her, but she found it amusing to tease at no one. Slowly, she slid down onto the window seal, before pushing herself down, landing with a grunt. She stood back up straight and smirked, proud of herself.

Before she turned to head of down the street again. At this point, she was just annoyed. She absolutely hated this town, and purely because of the isolation. Fortunately for everyone around her... and yes, everyone around her, not her.. She has a high tolerance for being isolated. Back to why she was in this village, unfortunately for Vivian, the bounty she had been tracking before wasn't here, and she realize this when she found the room he'd been staying in was abandoned, and taken by someone else. That certainly wont end well for her sanity. Still, the coins she aqquired certainly helped.

A few days before, after robbing a group of traders on their way to the capital, she questioned them about whether they'd seen her bounty, however for a price. Their goods back. They mentioned seeing him heading to this specific village, having bought from them. So, being the good samaritan she is, she agreed. Now, after returning the supplies, she made her way to the village, and now, having gotten nowhere, was on her way out again.

So, as she turned to make her way back down the cobblestone road, she glanced up to the mountain, which reminded her of the rumor of a dragon nesting up there. She gritted her teeth some. "..if that rumor is true.." She whispered. "..I'd make a lot of money.."

Mersoth watched the activity below him, observing their puny lifestyles. He looked onward, seeing the sun in the sky, blazing in glory. Searching for something of interest, he noticed a scrap of paper on the wall of a tavern. "Humans are really stupid," he said to himself, "but are excellent at writing." He read of a bounty for a dragon, 1000 crowns and the corpse as a reward. The only problem was that Mersoth was the only dragon he had seen for miles around, so the bounty must have pertained to him. With pride, he turned and flew to his home, a cave in the mountains. Maybe his goblin minions had gained more treasure for him. It wasn't far, for a dragon's flight, to his cavernous home where his minions bowed with respect. He entered his treasure room, littered with tributes from the humans he controlled below in his conquered kingdom, as well as trophies from fools who tried to slay him and the statues of kings of old stolen from other kingdoms nearby. Mountains of gold were surrounded by the heat and light of the magma flowing around the large area, like a castle and a moat. He turned from the golden glow of wealth and took flight again, returning much later in the day to that village. "Before destroying it," he mused, "I should await the fool's reaction of gold and glory." He waited upon the stone eyre which jutted from the mountainside, waiting for a chance to strike.

Verin helped her move every time she desired. Verin seemed apt at combat maneuvers while on horseback, him content with helping her moce. The Cat school witcher helped her move back and force, him laughing loudly each time she asked, a grin on his face as he helped her. They had been riding for days and there was no fatigue for Verin, him just riding it longer than most men would. Verin hummed a tune as he did help her. He seemed calm as he listened to her sing the Tune and then he heard her ask her question. Verin chuckled as he looked at the road. "The White Wolf of Rivia and the Panther of Novigrad danced a few times. those were some of the hardest fights of my life, They weren't out of spite or anger, but training and practice. Speaking of that, next time we rest we need to start on your blade work," he said with a chuckle as he took in a soft inhale and then watched the road, him placing a hand on her head and then running his fingers through her hair gently like a father would, him looking around. "Oh and by the way, Witcher isn't a gendered term. Man or Woman, you are a Witcher," here said, his amber eyes glowing a little. as he got to the village, he slowed down his horse to a trot and blinked, him chuckling. "Numb ass huh," he said, chuckling as he stopped at the Inn.

Verin scooted back and helped her off the horse. Then he hopped off his horse and grabbed it by the reins and casted Axii and was immediatly at the contract board, ripping down one of the pieces of paper and reading it. His eyes widened at the monster and the price on its head. Then he whistled. "That is alot of food, and nights at an inn," he said, taking down one of the contracts. Then he folded it and put it into his armor. The witcher took a slow breathe and sighed. Then he decided to go speak to the mayor. "Evelienne, watch the horse, I'll be back in 5," he said with a chuckle. The problem with Dragons were they were sentient, they rarely did evil unless they were prone to it. So that needed to be judged before it was slayed in Verin's eyes. He was the only real one out of the rabble here Equipped to do so. "Enjoy the music,"

The girl stretched and got close to Verin, as he watched the contract. He told her to watch the horse and she was about to protest, but then decided to do what he asked.
- I'll watch it, but I doubt it will go anywhere.
She said and when Verin left she went to the board, picking up one of the contracts. Then her eyes widened.
"A DRAGON!??! A REAL DRAGON?!?!"

Two dwarves got out of the inn to search for something in their cart. They noticed the witcher and the woman.
- Damn - the dwarf named Hjalkam said - a witcher. And a sorceress most likely. Shit.
- So? - the other dwarf named Galdan asked.
- Are you an idiot, Gal? Now we have a real competition! - he spat on the ground.
- The woman sure looks good, tho...
Hjalkam looked at Gal and reward him with a neck slap.
- If she is a sorceress she'll interfere too much. Don't be fooled by her appearance. Sorceresses are greedy, selfish, evil and powerful, dammit! Worse than vampires! At least vampires suck out your blood, while these witches suck out your blood and your soul! Too bad they wont suck anything else. Aaah.. if they team up we're screwed!
- I doubt they know each other - Gal said.
- Well, witchers and sorceresses are like a fly and a shit. They always end up together. And believe me, they'll cause more troubles than the dragon itself, if there is one that is. Hope the plague take'im!

The girl just stood there with her bow on her back and watched the people. Suddenly, she heard horns...
The knight from the inn came out and knelt before the boy on the horse with some soldiers that just arrived.
- Oh bloody hell... - said Hjalkam - a prince...
- What is he doing here? - Gal asked.
- He is fighting a dragon! Ya see his armor? It's shiner that his ass I bet. Virgin idiot, thinks that he can beat a dragon, risking his soldiers, just to put his dick in some brainless princes.

- Greetings, you majesty - the knight said to the young prince - I'm here to fight for your honor and your glory!
The young prince nodded.
- Get a room, idiots! - Hjalkam shouted - And you, knight, there is no princesses here to save! But I see you like princes more!
The knight turned to see the dwarf and draw his sword.
- How dare you insult the prince?!
- Ya see this axe, sir Idiot? - Hjalkam lifted his weapon - I'm going to shove it so far up your ass that people we'll be able to see it when you speak!
- Don't bother, sir Reginald - the princes said - he'll see what you're capable of when the real fight starts...

Evellienn became witness of such insults for a first time in her life. That's how she decided that dwarves are actually super awesome.
She gently stroked horse's mane and just waited for Verin.

Verin paid absolutely no attention to the dwarves or the sorceress as he was allowed a meeting with the mayor. To be short, it did not last long before Verin was back out by Evellienn and the horse. "Apparently, the monster has not been kind to people on the road," he said sighing. "Such a waste what I'm going to have to do," he said , looking at Eve and then kneeling down and rubbing her head gently. "1000 coins, it is one heck of a prize. I intend to take it for us, we could use a room, nice bath or 2, some food," he said, chuckling as he looked at Evellienn. Then he reached into his bag on the horse and pulled out a bottle of draconid oil to ensure he had it. Then he sighed and took and very deep breath. "Iron claws, breath like a stream of magma," he said rather flatly. "This fight will suck without aid," he muttered to himself as he pulled out his bombs, ensuring he had the right ones and that they were ready for battle. The best time to go may be when these idiots, including the shining armor clad prince attack as well. He could use the chaos and death to actually slay the beast. Most Dragons had very few weak points that a silver blade could dig into. One of which were their eyes and that is where Verin would need to hit. In his mind it sounded easy, but he reminded himself that it was in no way easy. At the hearing if a sorceress being there for the contract, he grumbled. "Gah by a dog marking on a drowners face," he grumbled, realizing how much more... Complicated this hunt was going to get and the fact he was going end up in in another tale and song of heroism irritated him. He took a breath and then grabbed his blades and removed them from the horse. Then he strapped then to his back and stretched out a little. Then he smiled at Eve. "Maybe instead of a Katakan we will be riding around with a dragon head on my horse ya?" He asked her with a grin on his face before ruffling her hair. Then he rubbed his chin which had developed a 5 o clock shadow in the last few days

The smell of fear and anger almost drew the dragon closer, but Mersoth had years of experience before him. He knew well of the baits and lures of men, which had cost him his left eye. The scar left a milky-white orb where red and orange had once laid. He also remembered his brother's attacks, nearly scraping his armor of red scales. If the gods had not watched him that day, his brother would have his treasure. Breaking free of thought, he peered down upon a man saddling his horse, with full armor and weapons at hand. Just another fool who would kill himself trying to slay the great and mighty Mersoth. But this man could prove a challenge, if he knew the secrets of Dragonkind, which hardly any man knew. If this warrior could survive longer than a minute, then he would be worthy of Mersoth's recognition, which was near impossible since he was born. Suddenly, a thought raced through the dragon's head. This warrior could, if turned, lead him to his capital city, which was bound to be loaded with gold. For now, however, he would wait to see what happened next.

[OOC: So now after me it's Vivian and them Mersoth. After this we're going with Verin, Me, Vivian, Mersoth, if you're ok with this.]

- I've never seen a dragon, people say that they're extinct - the girl said - if there is one I don't want him to die. Yea, there might be treasures, but... I like dragons. At least the dragons from fairy tales.
Sure, she would enjoy a nice room, meal and a bath, instead of that constant travelling and sleeping in the woods, but not like this.
The girl looked at the mountain.
"Are you there dragon?" - she asked herself.
If there was a real dragon then she'd want to see it. Verin would most likely be against it, because it was going to be a tough battle, but she wanted to be from the few people in this world that have actually seen dragon and lived to tell.
She took her sword and sheathed it in the scabbard on her back with a smile. She finally learned how to do this, without poking her butt. She also carried the bow and the quiver. The 13 y/o girl sure looked funny with all these weapons, but she was able to use to bow better, way better than the sword, so she felt more comfortable having it around.

Evellienn noticed some kids near the inn, playing with their wooden swords and smiled widely. She head to the inn and when she got inside she remained speechless.
The dwarves got in too, watching the girl.
- What is she doing here? - Gal asked.
- She is most likely the surprise child of that witcher. Too bad she is a girl. Have you seen his cat medallion? He is from The School of the Cat and he is dangerous. He kills not only monsters, but people too. The scum of the witcher schools. They become crazy, because of their screwed up mutations. You know what I've read? "The world of the Witcher" book. And you know what's written there for The School of the Cat? "I have no idea whether they chose their candidates specifically from young outcasts with a penchant for aggression, or if some unforeseen cruelty was somehow unleashed during the trials, but the final effect was a cadre of psychopaths, madmen, and sadists. Needless to say, the ill fame of their deeds hangs like a dark cloud over our reputation to this day."
- What about the girl? - Gal asked - she doesn't seem like a witcher.
- Pf... she'll probably die. You know how kids are made into witchers? I've read that too in the book. "The procedure lasted several days. Over that time we were given magical mutagenic potions that completely altered our metabolism. Then we awaited the effects, which usually were unrelentingly awful. Nonstop fevers, vomiting, hemorrhages ... Yes, not all rumors about the witcher order are mistaken, and at this point the cull was indeed very severe. The vast majority of those undergoing the trial did not live past this phase.
The few who did moved on to the next part-the Changes. At this stage we were given further infusions and potions, infected with filth of some kind ... And again came fever, sweat, delusions, shit, and vomit beyond reason. Supposedly the process was "enhanced" from time to time, as a test of new elixirs and mutagens. Typically this meant even more pain, vomit, or worse for those chosen for these "special trials." Geralt emerged from these experiments with a lifetime of foul memories and the loss of pigment in his hair. The other members of that particular test group were not so lucky- not one of them survived." Women usually don't survive and if they do, they're going crazy.
The dwarves sat on the table with their friends and started drinking.
Evellienn was still looking at the people in the inn. They all carried weapons.
"Poor dragon..." - she thought.

The great dragon's form shifted into that of a darker skinned elf, the mortal form of Mersoth, and a skill he had only recently discovered he could do. Having the disguise of a mortal, he could see what the commotion from below was about. He clambered down from the stone perch and walked to the town, striding in such a fashion that anyone would assume he was wealthy, with some political power. He wore a tattered brown robe and wielded a rusted staff, which would deter the aforementioned thoughts. He was old, seeing that his draconic form was near the overage of life, with grey streaks in his beard of white, as well as tall, about the height of an average elf his age. He strode to the nearest listing and took down a poster of the dragon's bounty, pretending to read it with great interest. He listened in to the conversation surrounding him, and payed close attention to the details mentioned.

Verin moved fairly smoothly into the tavern as well. He never spoke of work, about his methods at least. The person who knew most about his work and methods was Eve her directly learning under him of course made her have a certain insight of how he fought more than anyone else who was still alive at this moment. He looked around to the tavern, him following Evellienn. Then he heard the conversation the dwarves an he plopped down at a chair. "It isn't the mutations boys...They like damaged stock. Witchers from my school prefer children with a spiteful vengeance to the world and nothing to hold on to. However, not all of us broke as the Brehen and those who had committed the betrayal had. So dwarfs, before you assume I'm like the rest, how about we get to speaking first. If my school's reputation held true, I'd be taking your life with that tankard. I also have never taken a human life for coin," he said, pulling out a seat for Eve and then ordering a drink, a large tankard of Temerian ale. He wasn't keen on moving from the Dwarf's table,he had gotten too comfy. He waited for his ale and then sipped it, his swords of silver and steel both jingling as he took a large chug if it, proving himself to be quite a drinker. After a moment of awkward silence, he looked at the dwarves and smirked. "You know all that will happen when ya face that dragon is a grizzly end yes, all the hordes of gold in the word won't repair what it will take from you," he said rather flatly. "If you have families, and I hate to be this guy, but you shouldn't be here. The prince and his knight is too chivalry bound to leave and I promise you, he will not last long in that fight, neither will you," he said, looking down, almost seeming like he was thinking on how to win the fight as he discouraged them, his mind list in deep thoughts. Bombs wouldn't do more than irritate it, the eye will be hard to strike without a ranged weapon it's hide will be like hardened steel, but the more he thought, the more plans he made. The oil for his blade might help, as would a ballista. Maybe he should as the mayor or then prince if they could acquire one. Verin could get a silver tipped bolt that hopefully could Pierce that hide

Hjalkam started laughing and took a big chug from his drink as well.
- Ya kno', Vatt'ghern, I don't care if you're crazy killing machine or a man with morals. If you don't get in my way then we're okay. And if you try to do something with that tankard or your fancy-ass swords, believe me, your witcher mambo-jambo won't save you. And don't try to discourage us, we're here, because dealing with dragon is waaay better than dealing with out wives. Hahaha, right boys?
The dwarves started laughing.
- Aaa, he is right! - Gal said.
- You idiot, what do you know? - Hjalkam asked - you don't have a wife. You can't even handle a dog.
Others started laughing loudly again and took a big chugs from their mugs. They were actually nice, fun people, but there was no way they'd leave this dragon for someone else.
Evellienn sat on the chair Verin pulled for her, but her eyes just couldn't stop looking at all the interesting people. Hjalkam looked at her and then at the witcher.
- It looks like she is very curious. Looking at these idiots like they're going to do something. All the scum is here and I was so calm, until you came, witcher. Now me and my boys have a real competition. But... - he took a sip - let's not talk about work now. You're welcome to stay with us, if you can handle the drinking, hahaha. Also... we need whores.
Hjalkam looked at the elves on the bar.
- Well... if there aren't any that'll do hahahaha.
Again he looked at Evellienn with a little concern in his eyes.
- Is she your surprise child? You plan on bringing her to the fight?

Darvynos, or rather Mersoth, looked onward as the dwarves rambled on of their "greatness", which he found to be absurd, seeing as he was the greatest dragon that ever lived, at least in his own opinion. Something looked familiar about the girl beside the Witcher, something that he should know but didn't. Could she be... "No," he said to himself, "Can't be her." He continued to observe the conversation, hoping to learn how they planned to kill him. Sadly, he learned nothing of strategy or skill from either the dwarves or the Witcher and his apprentice, who still reminded him of something he had lost long ago. He ordered a red wine and sat at the table across the room, waiting for something to actually happen.

Vivian stared up at the mountains, eyeing it closely for a bit. She tilted her head, then sighed. Could she really, though? As powerful as she thought she was, she had no clue whether she could take down a dragon. By herself, at least. She didn't have that faith in herself. Vivian shook her head. She'd think more on it another time. For now, she was thirsty. She glanced back. The inn she'd just stolen from has a tavern in it as well. That'd suffice.

Vivian turned around on her heel, and smirked before making her way towards the entrance where she slowly opened the door, her eyes darting around to take in all of the immediate details. Warm lights, happy faces, laughing people. How annoying. It's too warm. She kicked the dirt off of her boots and yawned as she made her way towards the counter, looking up to the girl behind the counter. (Dunno if someone's already stated what person was there, but screw it, whatever) Vivian gave a sinister grin towards her, which drew out a squeak from the girl. "C-can I help you?" the girl mumbled with a staged smile on her face. Vivian leaned forwards, inspecting the girl before clearing her throat. "I'll have just about the cheapest thing you have. I'm not looking to become too wasted." She snickered. The girl quickly nodded, and before Vivian realized it, she'd filled up a tankard. In response, Vivian left the required amount of crowns and yawned spinning and leaning against the counter as she calmly drank her cheap ale.

Verin finished his tankard of ale in what seemed like one gulp and set it down on the table, handing a few more crowns to the server and she filled his tankard without a word. Then he chuckled at their conversation and looked at the dwarves. "Whites would do nicely, bit this tavern is too much of a whole in the ground for that I promise you," he said, chuckling very dryly. His eyes watched the crowd, taking measure of each man and woman in the room. Then sorceress screamed out to him as something to be weary of. verin then heard the question. "I don't intend to, but I know her too well to know that she will follow us, won't ya Eve?" He asked with a snort and he shook his head. "If Ingrid knew what I was doing she'd scold me 'you are doing what Verin, do you HAVE a death wish!'," he said before laughing,

That name, that voice, that stature, the likeness of one he once knew. Another ruffian strode through the tavern, but Darvynos' gaze was upon the one called "Eve". He felt as though a missing piece of his former life was right in front of him, but he couldn't solve it. Confused, he exited the tavern and walked to the forest before taking dragon form again at the overlook, again thinking of the strange feeling he had sensed in one foolish sorceress. No one could defeat him, he had vast wealth, and his minions and slaves served him hand and foot. Why was he feeling this way, thinking about a night long past, a dream perhaps, and the terror that struck, where dream became nightmare. A piece was missing, not from his hoard or his scales, but from somewhere else. He shook these thoughts from his head, devising a plan that could solve this puzzle; a kidnapping. It had worked with royalty and rulers before, so what could be different about kidnapping the girl, tearing her from the life she knew, and taking her to his lair to discover the knowledge he lacked? He could not get this plan from his head, a desire for truth instead of gold, perhaps more powerful than love of sparkling metal. It was too much to bear, his head pounding with thought, until he noticed something in the distance. It was a vision, a memory denied to a dream, scarring him for life. The screams of a woman, the cries of a child, the fires roaring, devouring the simple home. The torture was unbearable to the point when no other decision could be founded, save for one. "Ask, and you shall receive." The words of a wise man, which could save lives, but what do lives matter when truth must be found. He continued to sit, still as stone, until he was released from the memories and terrors of the past.

The girl didn't heard Verin, she watched the woman that just came in with an amusement. Then... she saw a man, getting out of the inn.
The world stopped for a moment, a cold wave washed over her body and the girl became even paler. She felt as if she was struck by a lightning. He looked like the man from her visions. She ran after him, but when she got out... he was gone. She looked at her hand and the black spot she had on her palm.
"Death awaits us all" she said to herself, but had no idea why she said it.
She wondered if the other people were able to see this man and then she remembered. - the woman that stood on the bar.
Evellienn got inside and got close to the woman.
- Uhm, I'm sorry miss, but... did you saw that man with the brown robe and the staff?

Vivian took a long drink from her cheap ale and sighed softly, ignoring the voices around her, but then flinched as she realized the little voice coming from the girl next to her was directed at her. Her red eyes darted over to the girl, who'd moved close to her, then narrowed her eyes. After staring at the girl for a few long seconds, she scoffed, looking back forwards. "Who didn't? He stood out like a sore thumb in this crowd." she said with a long sigh. "He didn't seem to be here for fun, so, if you're involved with him, watch your back." she said boredly, pushing off of the counter, setting her ale down and looking at the girl. "Why are you asking me?" Vivian asked the girl, tilting her head a bit while casually resting her hand on the hilt of her katana on her hip. Her tachi vibrated with jealousy on her back and Vivian let out a huff to dismiss the sword.

Verin saw Eve talk to the woman. He finished up his ale and then flipped the cup and put it on the table and then looked at the Dwarves and nodded his head respectfully and then looked back up to them. "Excuse me my friends but I must keep my Surprise from being turned into a frog or something of similar squishiness and texture," he chuckled going to stand and walk over to the bar, him adjusting his swords as he stood,, making sure they were nice and tight to his body, Then he stood and then groaned, setting a small bag of coin on top of the tankard and then walked over to the bar and sat down at the stool. Then he looekd at Viv and chuckled. "You need help getting on the stool Eve?" he asked looking at her and smiling. Then he looked at the bartender. "you guys hve like juice for the lass?" he asked, looking at the man, him setting some of his crowns on the bar. After that he looked at Viv and nodded. "Well she is interested whatever she is asking about," he said with a chuckle. "That is for sure," he said, looking at Viv. "and I'll cover your drink as well, if you would liek to upgrade from that bottle of the barrel drink of course," he said with a soft smile on his face. He felt uneasy and he was not sure why, him looking around a little bit. After the bartender set a glass of orange juice on the table, he looked at Verin wearily, his eeys staring at the witcher with little attempt the great fear he held for the cat school witcher.

Evellienn frowned at Verin. He was embarrassing her in front of Vivian.
- No, Verin, I don't need help. I can climb a tree taller than you, you know that!
Then she looked at Vivian.
- I... - she had no idea how to explain her visions and her dreams - I just wanted to make sure that he was here.

- Aa! - the dwarf said to his friends - told ya, boys! About the witchers and sorceresess. Well... I hope they won't interfere in the fight. Cheers! To bottom!
They drank and the beer slipped from their mouths. Gal couldn't drink it all. They started laughing at him and call him names.

Evellienn managed to sit on the tall stool and grabbed the orange juice.
- I want to drink what you guys drink - she said to the both of them and then looked at Vivian - are you here for the dragon too?
The she realized that not only the bartender, but almost all the the people in the inn sometimes glanced at the witcher. She remembered what the dwarf said.
"They think he is crazy and he might kill them..." she thought.

The thoughts left his head as soon as they came, clearing his head and giving way to his anger and desperation for the knowledge he lacked. He continued to look on to the village, debating whether to do a frontal attack, or to send for his minions in his home to attack, though more fatalities would come forth that way. He decided that he would find out the way he did not expect: asking.

He quickly transformed into his mortal form again and returned to the tavern, this time heading to the bar. "A red wine, if you would please." he inquired before opening a gold pouch and placing the correct amount of crowns upon the table. The witcher and sorceress were speaking to a semi-red haired girl with a strange weapon unseen by his own eyes for many an age. He looked at the people who could be a threat to his power before braving himself to talk to the witcher himself.

"Pardon me, my good man," he asked, "may I speak to the girl beside you, the sorceress." He quickly drank another glass of wine to drown out his murderous thoughts.