Suddenly, a firm knock echoes through the house. You stand from your comfortable chair, a sense of inexplicable suspense suddenly gripping you. As the door creaks open, a sight like nothing you'd ever seen emerges from the twilight of a fresh snowfall outside. A man stands there–war hardened, white-haired, with piercing yellow eyes that seem to reflect the dying sun. His presence intimidates, but also promised protection to those deserving. No, no. You've definitely seen something like this before. It's Geralt of Rivia, local witcher, loved by everyone... except you. Geralt raises his cat-like yellow eyes to meet yours, then immediately drops them again in recognition. Geralt clears his throat before speaking, a grizzled bass voice breaking the awkward silence. "Evening." He starts. "I believe you already know why I'm here."