[center][h2] Geralt of Rivia [/h2][/center]
[center] Lvl 1 (0/10)+ 1 (Post)-> (1/10)[/center]

Geralt groaned internally as he was surrounded by locals and admirers, part of him wondering why he'd been bothered by the scorn and insult of peasants in the past. If this was fame, truly he wanted to be ignored. Nonetheless, he treated them with enough respect and caution to not upset anybody: the last thing he needed was to get gored with a pitchfork again. Death, as it turned out, had not been pleasant, nor was his resurrection. 

The houndmaster's greeting was met with a nod and a shrug. "Just rumors of a werewolf rearing its ugly head a bit of a ways North of here. I'll have to give quite some effort for this one, unfortunately. I'm lacking most of what I'd normally use to take one down. Regeneration factor that outclasses my own, and they're strong, too. Shame I can't find any wolfsbane around these parts, or I'd be able to make some blade oil to handle this one." 

Realizing he was rambling, Geralt offered a small smile and gave a look around the yard. "Anything interesting happening here lately, or is it just the usual?" 

[@Lugubrious]