Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161218140509/@comment-17114085-20161220105100

The two Wolf Witchers did little to conceal their identity, though Rigel wore his hood as always.

They got a few mumblings of "Freaks, mutants." as they walked through the city.

"Kind folk." Lund muttered. He hadn't been outside Fort Dawnguard for long, only a little over a month. He was a freshly made Witcher, had undergone the final mutations at the beginning of the year so he was not used to how people treated Witchers in the outside world.

Rigel, on the other hand, didn't care. He had spent decades upon decades roaming Tamriel killing monsters. He knew full well how his kind were seen. "Let them murmur, just ignore them."

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The guards at the castle gates stopped her. "Halt. State your business here in the castle." One of them demanded.