Geralt looked around him, hearing a voice he thought he was imagining, then noticing the wind picking up which concerned him till he looked back at the rock after watching his surrounding to thinking he was then seeing things. He couldn't believe what was going on. Unsure if any of this was real till the voice spoke to him. He needed to calm down, keep his composure. His forest green eyes looked about him once more, unsure as to where to really look. "I came to see the Archangels help for my town is in danger, a great evils come our way and I wish to protect my friends and family from this evil. Do anything I can to stop this evil before it takes over more than just the towns its attacked and the my town." Geralt explained to the voice. He feared for his town. But feared for more than just his town.