[h2][center]Geralt of Rivia[/center][/h2]
[center]Lumbridge[/center]
[center]Lvl 1 (9/10) -> Lvl 2 (0/10)[/center]
[center]Level up! New ability: [hider=Witcher Physiology] Witcher Physiology: Geralt's mutations as a Witcher grant him a number of attributes that make him stand out from ordinary humans. His strength, reflexes, durability, speed, and endurance are enhanced well beyond that of the average person's. He is strong enough to stand toe-to-toe with a troll, fast enough to race a wolf, agile enough to dodge an arrow, and sturdy enough to...stand toe-to-toe with a troll. His nose rivals that of a bloodhound, allowing him to track scents he can get a good read on. Overall, a Witcher stands beyond an ordinary human in ways few can match.[/hider][/center]
[center]Word Count: 291[/center]

Geralt ducked a bit when Hat Kid jumped over him and his [i]wonderful[/i] fans, his eyebrow cocking as he looked at the strange device she got onto and rode off on. "Huh...never seen anything like that." He was curious, to say the least, but he also had other things to take care of. Namely, giving his report and figuring out who to talk to among these new arrivals. He gently made his way through the thankfully smaller group of people that crowded him this time and continued on.

Making his way back to the Guild Hall, Geralt halted a bit when he saw the giant monster...person...thing?...it reminded him of something, but he wasn't sure what...that was talking to the Guildmaster, who always struck him as an odd one. It was his manner of speech that did it, mostly. 

Shaking his head, Geralt looked at the giant turtle monster-person thing, the....somewhat...normal looking guy, and the Guildmarm, before clearing his throat and stepping forward. "Back from that job. Had a...chat, with the werewolf. He shouldn't be bothering people anymore. To be safe, though, I'd steer folks clear of that area. He's not too keen on visitors. Gave me an idea on how to solve the problem for good, though." Sighing, Geralt shook his head. "Didn't do the job, though, so...no point in asking for coin." He looked back to the two newcomers and nodded, wondering whether he should speak. Trolls tended to be a touchy bunch, and he wondered whether this big guy was the same. 

Yes. That's what he reminded Geralt of- a spiky troll. Best not to mention that. He much preferred keeping his limbs where they were and his flesh un-boiled. "New to the place, eh? Name's Geralt."