Ciri wipes the ghoul blood of her silver sword, each drop hitting the soil with a faint thud. She grunts and looks over her shoulder at you.

You are a mage, skilled in all sorts of magic. But your favourite is fire magic, you have mastered the ways of the ember. A technique that allows you to make fire from any source of heat; Embers of a fire, heat from a body...

"You alright?" She asks with a bit of worry but confidence as she knows that you are capable to protect yourself

"Yea, of course. Just a few ghouls." You reply with a confident grin