@faithdisturbed said: "Your investigations have not gone unnoticed, witcher. I suggest if you wish to root your nose around in other people's business, you consult the pigs"
a heavy exhale through his nostrils, and the witcher ceased what it was he was doing. straightening his back and arms come to cross over his chest tightly, as the witch king of impireact spoke to him directly. the white-haired had only heard of the stories that surrounded this being clad in black armor. but nothing concrete. most stories that passed through the villages were nothing short of rumors and whispers ; it was only when he was approached, with the promise of coin if he was to investigate the witch king, that geralt indulged in these rumors and came to be in the kingdom of impireact. ❛ the pigs might give me more than the people ever will, it seems. ❜ brows were starting to be pushed into a frown, with his head turning to look back at the homes behind him ; peering eyes watching the two from behind closed doors. ❛ they seem to be afraid you, my king. i wonder why...? ❜ more of a rhetorical question, but he still seeked some inch of an answer.
