Geralt is a witcher, a magical mutant made for hunting and killing monsters. Shortly after being born, Geralt's mother, Visenna, gives him away to undergo training and, eventually, become a witcher at the School of the Wolf at Kaer Morhen – the stronghold of the Wolven school witchers.
After being hired to take care of a monster that recently caused a lot of hysteria and harm, Geralt found himself completely drained and in need of a rest.
But his definition of rest was different than usual. He knew about the ways of the streets of Kaer Morhen, including the elegant ball that was being held there.
Ultimately, the room would be filled with powerful mages and other known kinds. He somewhat felt like an outsider, when actually his intimidating presence was more of an honor than exactly a threat.
Geralt wasted no time with friendly helloes or greetings. He settled on a chair at the drinking area, unable to stop thinking about everything and anything.
"Another one," he grunts to the bartender as he emptied his glass, and he hands him one right away.
He wasn't in a mood for conversations, let alone small talk. He limited himself to observe and analyze, something he got used to do throughout his days. It was a cycle that never stopped, being so alert.
