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You were a poet, and you also just so happened to have recently met the monster hunter, Geralt of Rivia, or "the white wolf".

Geralt didn't really know you used him as inspiration, he never really even looked over at what you wrote, using him as a muse.

Now you're following Geralt through a forest, writing and humming a tune as you do so, Geralt's eyes fixed on the ground as he walked down the path in front of you. Listening to your voice and arching an eyebrow in curiosity.