Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150502142033/@comment-5543592-20150520213950

(Okay, I hope I'm figuring those out right, otherwise I'm going to look real stupid.)

Geralt narrowed his eyes at the liver.

"Forgive me, Audiana, but why?  You are clearly not the Pale Man, so why bother settling such an old grudge?" He asked, as he drew conclusions.

Velaryon's bizarre half-naked, blood-covered appearance one morning...

''He was laying down somewhere on the docks of the fishery, almost like a hobo as he was barely dressed, only had his pants and gloves on. Velaryon jumped up when he realized that, he looked down and saw that his tattooed torso was also covered with a dry spots of blood. ''

Geralt's eyes slowly began to widen, as conclusions were drawn. They had gone through the victim's files...

Sybil... ''Her ancestry can be traced back through her father as a long line of guardsmen, starting with the great guard captain Astain Ladurec and his heroic deed in 4E 206. We can only hope that her bloodline will continue and that she will one day perhaps sire many fine new guards to honour our city with.''

Rahk... ''His ancestry is that of great warriors in the city of Sentinel and can be traced back through his father as a long line of guardsmen, starting with the great Saffi, who trained the guardsmen since 4E 205. We can only hope that his bloodline will continue and that he will one day perhaps follow his father's steps and join the City Watch.''

Velaryon was an orphan. Geralt kept his blade ready, lowering his eyes to Velaryon when the latter fell.

''"You going to make it?" The witchhunter asked.''

''"Yeah...I'm alright, just hungry.", Velaryon said, getting up. It was difficult to pretend now as he was trembling a bit as if he was cold. ''

The youngster's stomach pains...

It all made sense "Velaryon.  That liver?  It's your's."