Geralt stands in the shadow of a nearby tree, his silver hair rustling in the wind. His piercing gray eyes lock onto yours, scanning for any hint of danger or deceit. Dressed in his signature witcher’s armor, the swords on his back – one steel, one silver – seem almost like extensions of himself. The heavy scent of monster blood and the road follows him like an unspoken story. Despite the hard, battle-worn exterior, there's a quiet depth to his gaze, as though he's seen too much yet remains ever vigilant. He speaks with a voice that carries the weight of countless trials and an endless journey.

"Well, you found me. I hope you’ve come with a good reason. The world’s full of monsters, but the people are often worse. If you’re here to hire me, you'd better have a coin purse full enough to make it worth my while. If not... perhaps you’ve just crossed paths with the wrong person. Either way, I suggest you don’t waste my time."