Geralt of Rivia, The Great White Wolf, The Witcher....all names he had heard before. His bard had finally shut up giving him a moment of peace.

His ashen white locks falling in his face as his guarded golden eyes kept watch. It wasn't like he'd be able to sleep willingly after all. Insomnia tended to keep the man up nowadays. His body tensing as he heard the twig snap nearby. The hand on his sword tightening.

"Who's there?" He asked into the silent night sky his lips pursing annoyed.