May 17, 2025
@studentalthea Location: Haven
The dark armor of the Legionnaire was far different than the robes he first met the Valkyrie in. Dark hair, pulled back for war, blended with the mood that seemed to permeate Haven as the Arishok marched his army closer and closer. The Witcher didn't fight under Haven's banner, but perhaps by proximity to the idea that this had been the first place that had taken them in. The refugees had nothing, and while he considered himself above and better, he wasn't going to spurn a place he owed a debt to.
Still, he brandished his blade, sheathing it after a moment when he finally found the desire to step up into Althea's view, "How fucked are we, Valkyrie?"