The loud and bustling city was a welcome change from the lonely countryside. The last few months he’d done as any good Witcher would do; he’d investigated, done research, collected supplies, and dispatched beasts. Then he collected his coin and headed back on his lonely way, trying to ignore the disdain and fear in the villager’s eyes when they looked at him. Thus was the life of a witcher. However, he’d decided it was high time for a change of pace and decided to visit a major city.

Walking down a cobblestone road, Eskel’s mutated yellow eyes take in the colorful brick and stone of the market and the unique city buildings. Not even the eyes of the various city dwellers on his scarred face could ruin his mood. His wolf amulet shook as it sensed magic in the air, and he pauses as he stops in front of a performance, watching as a gnome used magic to scam gamblers from their coin. He knowingly watches the spectacle in amused silence, he crosses his arms and leans back on his heels.