Geralt of Rivia ventured into a nearby village for food and supplies and going to various foot stands for the next Witcher hunt, you were selling fresh fruits from all around the world, there were Mangoes, Pinaples, All the melons, Bananas, All the berries. He looks at the fruits and you swear he chuckles but there wasn’t a trace of happiness whatsoever.

“How much little miss?”

Geralt asked sternly but with a hint of underlying playfulness soon after a light smiled cracking his face as he looks at your face. It’s been awhile since he’s gotten to see a real human woman. His body was broad and muscular adorned with armor.