[center][h2]Geralt of Rivia[/h2][/center]
[center]Land of Adventure (Edge of World-> Lumbridge)[/center]
[center]Lvl 1(8/10)-> Lvl 1 (9/10)[/center]
[center] Word Count: 235 words[/center]

Geralt stepped out of the castle, somewhat disheartened by the experience. It wasn't a total loss, sure, but...well, now he'd need to come up with something to keep the folks back at the Guild from sending more people out here. Without Axii, it'd be a bit tough, though the sign also caused its own fair share of troubles. 

Nonetheless, Geralt [i]had[/i] managed to get himself the ingredients for a batch of basic Cursed Oil, not that it'd be much good against....most things other than werewolves. Come to think of it, cursed oil was practically werewolf oil. There weren't many cursed creatures in the Continent, and there were even less here in this Land of Adventure. 

Shaking his head of the line of thought, Geralt made his way back to Lumbridge, ready to continue his search for anything that could give him an idea of just what the hell he'd gotten himself involved with in this crazy world, anyway. 

As he approached the entrance to the town, his eyes widened and a tiny smile crossed his face: newcomers, and from the looks of it, there were a lot of them, almost all of them different species with some different sorts of technology. Maybe this would be where he'd get his answers. Surely they'd know [i]something[/i] about what was going on. 

But first he had to get past his....[i]adoring[/i] fans. Again. Damn this place.