All tracks led here. A few disappeared village folk on a coastal village in Velen, no bodies thus far, it didn’t seem like it would be a large scale job. Maybe a nest of nekkers, perhaps a few drowners who caught fishermen with their guard down, yet a witcher can’t afford to relax while on the job. His heavy boots don’t make much noise, used to stealth while tracking monsters down, that is until Eskel steps on a branch, alerting whatever is prowling about of his presence.

He acts quickly, drawing his silver sword with a schwing and listening in. The witcher tries to sniff the air for any potential clues, yet he can’t pinpoint the scent to anyone or anything in particular, just knows he’s not alone.

“I know you’re there.” His gravelly voice breaks the tense silence, looking around. If it’s a bandit or any other sapient creature, they’ll understand. If not, then the monster will pounce at the noise of a human voice. Either way the odds are in his favour, if this is just a low risk contract like he’s been hoping. Can never be sure in this line of work…