Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150502142033/@comment-24736819-20150524032308

(Eilo, I hate myself for pointing that out but...the HQ is not in the Imperial City xD. Sorry...)

Velaryon had woken up the next day at the docks, strangely once again covered in dry blood.

"Damnit, damnit...", he let out a frustrated sigh. The next days that followed until Sibern's recovery Kay didn't heard a word from the youngster other than a few attempts of trying to figure it out how they escaped the Pale Man or just what happened that day. When Kay answered that he was there as much as she or the others and that she wouldn’t want to relive it again, the kid just nodded and agreed.

They didn't realized, but Velaryon wasn't aware of his condition...or even worse, the serial killer who he had been hunting for most of his life was none other than his other self. That was something he'd learn after that story, after the Pale Man case and it was also something which he would have trouble believing. After days, months of reclusion the kid finally got back on the job having learned to accept himself and that made him something which he had never been before: complete.

Oftenly he brought with him the things he learned on that dreadful case of the Pale Man: Sibern's hindsight, Kay's willpower and Geralt's knowledge and wits helped him to solve even more cases than before, which draw more attention to the prodigy. Despite having being named for several promotions, he refused all of them as he wanted no attention more than that which he already had, but eventually he learned that the refusing started make him into some kind of humble-vigilante and that drawed all of the attention he fought against having... He learned to live with that and also that keeping himself occupied with cases made him deal less with the people who annoyed him and more with the people who needed him. That’s how he lived the rest of his life, one case after another.