You met this witcher in deep woods. You knew witchers' reputation. You didn't even ask what were he doing so far away from civilization. But he asked. What are you doing here? Despite his profession, his voice was kinda high-pitched, though he tried to say it harsh. You glanced at him. He wasn't really tall, but was handsome. You would think he was a prince, if not his heavy armor, two swords behind his back and long gray hair.