Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-17114085-20160808025726

Rigel followed the trail all the way up the mountain. He was currently between the Rift and Falkreath Hold, in the snowcapped mountains south of the Throat of the World.

The trail ended at the mouth of the beast's cave. "There is no where to hide now." He drew his silver sword and entered. The darkness of the cave didn't bother him, his eyes gave him night-vision akin to those of the Khajiiti. He stepped lightly, trying to avoid the numerous bones scatered along the floor of the cave. The beast he had been hunting for the past week was attacking Jerral farms, hunting lodges and small settlements. He killed most of the residents but carried some off. From the bones the Witcher could assume what their fate had been.

He spotted movement ahead. Black on black, making it hard to see even with his night-vision.