closed starter for @witchertorsten
location: post diving course
note: uwu
He'd finally collected his money and gotten his invitation to the Primus. Njal was never going to say he was surprised that he outlasted everyone else to actually find that damn treasure. The odds had seemed stacked against him considering he was a witcher. Anything magical in nature was going to reject him. Everyone had their little rocks and he had...nothing. Well, he had something, but he hadn't really expected the devil to actually help him. Maybe he had judged Kalamar too harshly. Actually, no he didn't. If the damage to his psyche was anything to look back on, the requests for help weren't exactly without repercussions. Still, the point was that he had won and now he had a lot of money and a reputation that would have these Lysarans putting some respect on most Iskarans that had found their way here. He would call that a win.
The first person that he had run into, of course, was Torsten. "Who would have thought it, right?" There was a large and very unusual smile on Njal's face as he spoke. "That crowd fucking loved me." Maybe he was meant for this kind of thing. He wouldn't think too much on that now though. A profession change at his old age? He had maybe ten years left to go. He would be fine right where he was. "Were you cheering louder than everyone else? Be honest."
