Geralt rode on his horse, Roach, towards a town, it's village buildings of homes and towers rising above the land behind it, chimney smoke adding to the already thick clouds in the sky and the fog that Geralt now waded through.
He entered the town through the main gates, and air of mystery about him, hair hidden under the intricate black and silver cloak he wore which in turn also hid his Witcher's armour, the only thing visible was his Witcher's Medallion that hung around his neck on a silver chain. Geralt could sense the stares of common folk but he ignored them, walking steadily through the quiet cobblestone town until he reached the tavern.
He dismounted Roach and stepped inside, pushing the large wooden oak door open, hair now slightly visible, but not more visible than the sour expression on his face. The tavern was a nice open space, full of people enjoying their drinks and the room lit by a fierce candlelight, though the small chatter in the room had died down once people noticed Geralt walking through, and Geralt hated attracting attention.
Geralt's golden eyes surveyed the room quickly but he kept focus, heading to the bar and placing down a piece of parchment on the wood. "What will it be?" The woman asked him. Geralt all but slammed his finger down on the parchment. "Point me to the alderman's house." His demanding command had a hint of softness beneath it. The woman before him in her brown dress pointed behind him, all but happy to help. "It's down the alley to the left..." She began before a white man with a beard quickly approached. "Isadora." He warned angrily. He stood beside Isadora and stared at her, disappointment and disbelief full in his eyes and waited until she turned and walked away before facing the Witcher.
"We don't want your kind here, Witcher." The bearded man said bluntly. "The alderman, tell me where he is and I'll be on my way." Geralt replied to the man, a small quick nod given to the man to encourage him though the faintest of smirks tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You don't give the orders around here..." A voice came from behind Geralt. "...you Mutant son of a bitch." The man chided all too happily, proud of his fouls words.
Geralt's eyes slowly turned to the man addressing him, his jaw slightly clenched. "Hear that?" The innkeeper said, almost mockingly. "Go." He said sternly. "On your own or at the end of a rope, your choice." The innkeeper told Geralt, trying not to show that he was actually scared of the Witcher he was threatening. Geralt's eyebrows raised quickly and his head tilted to the side slightly as though he accepted the challenge. "Not a hard choice." Geralt mumbled to the innkeeper before turning his attention to the other man. "Yeah, fuck that. Kill him with your bare hands if you have to." The innkeeper addressed the other man who Geralt was now solely focused on.
A few others stood up, all wearing some cheap looking armour. "C'mon Witcher. You're not scared of us, are ya?" He teased with a smirk. "Show us what you've got." He carried on. Geralt didn't say a word, his expression not changing once at the weak works of power and control.
"Can you not leave it alone for a moment?" A woman called out from across the bar. She stood and turned to face the men, whose smiles were now falling quickly from their faces. "Witcher's can't be trusted..." The innkeeper began but the short haired woman cut him off, more authority in her voice than both men put together. "I'm not speaking to you." She reminded. The woman briefly looked at the innkeeper before turning to look back at Geralt, though all she could see was the back of his cloak, her eyes looked him up and down briefly, her voice becoming slightly softer. "I apologise for my man's interference in your day, Hopefully he can improve his behaviour by tomorrow's market." She said, jaw set in stone as she stared at the two men who were still itching for a fight with Geralt, after all, they'd be famous if they were able to defeat a Witcher.
"Sorry, Renfri." The man said honestly, his voice a low mumble before he gave one last glare to Geralt and backed away. "Come on, lads." He said to the group of men behind him in their similar armour. "Beer for my friend here and one for me..." Renfri said as she diverted her attention away from the men, the matter now settled. Geralt, who hadn't moved an inch in the past minute now turned back to face the innkeeper and slowly pulled down his hood, his golden eyes piercing the man's brown ones. The innkeepers arms were crossed over his chest, making no attempt to move to serve them. "I am speaking to you now, good sir." Renfri said a little bit louder.
The innkeeper didn't utter a word, though he didn't need to, his actions of roughly grabbing two tankards and a wooden pitcher and storming off spoke loud enough. Geralt slowly turned his head, eyes viewing Renfri carefully, not many people would go out of their way to help a Witcher. Renfri turned her eyes to him seeing that she now had his attention. "Want some breakfast?" She asked, her authority now dropped and almost sounded joyful.
Geralt lowered his eyes briefly, taking a moment to consider his answer. "I'm full." He said briefly before raising a brow. "Venison." The innkeeper came back, dropping their tankards of beers down in front of them both, being none too polite about it and walked off again. Renfri gave him a cautious look before picking hers up and taking a swig. Geralt drank a small sip of his, spitting it back into the mug slightly after he drank and turned to Renfri, almost having to double look seeing the young woman's head tilted back as she downed her beer.
Renfri slammed her tankard down on the bar and realised the Witcher was watching, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and let out a little sigh. "My mother, God rest her, would be mortified." She said simply. Geralt smiled a slight bit. "Out secret, then." He mused. The two shared a small moment with each other, a smile playing on each of their mouths before turning serious again and breaking eye contact.
"So, what brings you to Blaviken, White Hair?" Renfri asked.