Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-17114085-20160812105336

Rigel walked into the town of Ivarstead, the werebear head in his hand.

The guards were going to stop him but when he pulled down his hood they understood the situation. Still, they escorted him to the keep to speak to the thane.

As he was walking by the town, Rigel noticed the stares he got from the citizens. Some were disgusted by the decapitated head, others looked at him with fear. With his more acute hearing he heard a whisper or two of "feak". None of it bothered him, for a witcher as old as he was he had heard it all. While he generally stayed close to home, he had travelled to all corners of Tamriel during his youth. In all places, his treatment was mostly the same. People fear what they do no understand, they hate what is not like them.

When they entered, the guards annouced the witcher's presence.

The Thane approached. "Witcher, I see that you have a head with you. Is that the Black Death's?"

Rigel nodded. "It is. I tracked him down to a cave southwest of here and slain him in his own den." He raised the head so the thane could get a better look.

"It matchs the description. Good. I am relieved to be rid of that beast. My citizens will sleep a little more soundly knowing that he is dead." The Thane said.

"My reward? I did not do this as a charity." Rigel pointed out.

The Thane chuckled. "I was beginning to think of you as a hero, but of course you're only a Witcher. My steward will give you your reward. But you know, if you join my service I can give you a salary and you will always have a roof to sleep under. I could use a man as skillful as you in my retinue."

Rigel shook his head. "I am not a mercenary, I'm a Witcher."

"Fine, I won't press the issue." The Thane backed down.

The Witcher handed the head to one of the guards and then went to the steward to get his reward. After his coin purse was full he left down, but not before buying himself a new horse. The Black Death had killed his previous one.