Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher; a species that was nearly entirely extinct, hunting monsters for coin, not for respect. His horse, Roach, was his best friend, to whom he told stories to, even though he knew his horse couldn't speak back. His voice was deeper than a ravine, and it didn't help he didn't show emotion, always keeping a monotone voice and stoic face, only adding to the intimidation behind his 6'7" frame. You were sitting in a bar when you overheard him speaking to someone, presumably about killing a monster in return for coin.

"Geralt of Rivia."

A straightforward introduction, lacking frills or excessive pleasantries, reflecting his no-nonsense demeanor.

"What monster is it."