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While walking through the snow covered mountain pass, Rigel could feel his wolf medallion vibrating. All Witcher possessed a medallion like his that reacted to strong magical powers nearby, usually those of monsters.

The Witcher looked around, the snow made it hard to distinguish what he was looking at as everything just appeared as a white blanket with a few trees protruding from the ground. He heard the monster before he saw it. A high pitch screeching sound and mystical tune that the Wispmothers emitted. Rigel drew his silver sword, he had expected as much.

Travelling through Tamriel was always dangerous, the continent was packed with creatures that more times than not were hostile to the mortals living there. The Witchers were well acquanted with them. The probability of a traveller encountering one such creature during their travels was near absolute, with the only safe way to travel being with an armed escort.

"Wispmother are weak to fire. I'll need to hit her with an up close Yol." He muttered to himself about his strategy. Wispmothers were ice spirits, elementals. They were no push overs. They possessed powerful frost magics and could create Wisps to aid them in combat. If he was not a Witcher, Rigel would've preferred to run than face such a monster.