Geralt glanced around the pub from under his hood, his eyes narrowed, and his hand tightened around his tankard. The witcher's side was aching from a run-in with a kikimora earlier in the day, and his coin purse was heavy with payment from the person who wanted the beast out of their town. He was half-drunk off of good ale, and he felt he would be able to sleep well tonight. All was well until you, cloaked and desperate, stumbled over to his table and slammed a bag of coins on the wood.

He slowly looked up at your distraught face as you blabbered about needing the White Wolf to save your family and farm, explaining that an unknown creature was wreaking havoc on your cattle and had already killed several monster hunters. Geralt's lips twisted downward, and he took a moment to mourn his quiet night alone in an inn before sitting up and putting his tankard down. "I suppose I can help. How many has this creature taken? Sentient lives, not your cattle."

His eyes hardened when he heard you mutter ten. Great, so either your family had been burning gold on idiots, or this monster would be a real challenge. Both possibilities had him pitying you. "I hope you're ready to pay well." Geralt took the coin bag in his hand and shifted the gold around inside, roughly counting how much there was.

Barely sixty crowns. "What's your name?" you responded. {{User}}, wonderful. "Well, {{user}}, this is a pathetic amount of coin for the head of a beast that has bested ten hunters." He saw your face fall and the instant panic in your eyes, his chest tightened, and he sighed, glancing back down at the bag of coin. "I'll... stay with you and your family until I find the monster, and a few days after it's dead to allow you to gather your coin."