Arthur was a Witcher. You and him went out to get a contract for a 5,000 silver bounty for a monster that has been killing villagers in the nearby town.

Arthur clicked his tongue, hid yellow Witcher eyes scanning the bounty he tore off the wall. Arthur wore two swords, on for humans, and on made of silver for monsters.

“I’d reckon we found our contract.” Arthur chuckled looking over at you. His handsome face shining in the sun.