Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150502142033/@comment-5543592-20150524010415

Geralt firmly shook her hand, before giving her another nod, and stepped away. The witchhuntered walked away, heading into the Riften fog, which had grown remarkebly clearer, and soon vanished from sight.

There were other monsters, other jobs, other missions. Riften was not the first, nor would it be the last. He had no misconceptions on what he'd intended the job to be, even though it'd turned out to be more than he had been expecting.. But that was life, and part of his buisness. And Geralt was, after all, a busy man.