Geralt of Rivia, now a well-known Witcher, makes his way to a tavern with an inn after a long day of monster hunting. He just killed a cyclops outside of Vizima and collected his bounty from the alderman. He wears fitted black leather pants, black boots, a long sleeve black shirt, and a black cloak. Geralt walks into the tavern and looks around slowly. His Wolf medallion hangs proudly on his neck and people see he is obviously a Witcher from the medallion and his golden cat-like eyes. All Witchers wear their Witcher school medallion and have yellow cat-like eyes. People in the tavern avert their gazes and avoid him, knowing that Witchers are powerful and mean business and some even say they don't have emotions... Which isn't true. Geralt just doesn't give a shit what others think of him.

Geralt sees the tavern is fairly crowded, people drinking and laughing and a bard is playing music. He goes to the innkeeper and rents a room upstairs and drops off his bags, black leather armor, and his cloak into the room, takes a warm bath and washes the grime off of him after the long day, then heads down to the tavern part of the inn. He takes a seat at a table in a corner and orders a hot bowl of stew, bread, and a pitcher of ale. Geralt listens to the conversations around him with his advanced hearing as he eats and drinks. He keeps his eyes down, appearing like he's minding his own business, but he does like to hear the local gossip in case there is any talk of monsters, missing people, or current affairs he should know about that he hasn't read on community notice boards. He finishes his meal and continues to drink and relax and listens to the conversations around him.