【 ⚔️ 】— “Do not think I have met witcher woman from other schools,” While it had been hard to distinguish her as a witcher due to the dark brown eyes slightly obscuring the cat-like pupils and she carried a halberd, that could easily be chalked up to a difference in schools and techniques– The Bat School to the Far East only carried daggers and mostly relied on far-ranged bows, for example. 

        There was no mistake, however, with how the brown-haired one moved with precision, having the knowledge and taking down the water hag with such skill, that she was a witcher.

        Golden serpent eyes flicked down to the medallion she possessed, one in the shape of some sort of bird of prey,  beak open fiercely as if it were screeching at any monster that dared approached. 

            ❛        Worst  witcher  ever .      ❜          He  said  angrily  with  an  angered  tone . 

       The witcher dropped the gathered sample, a snip of hair, into the vial of clear liquid. The liquid was a specialty brewed potion, used to identify forensic evidence at scenes where the monster was last known to have attacked. Watching the potion change from clear to a lighter blue, then deep red, then dark blue, then black, Rashida was able to determine what exactly had killed the poor woman.

           Male, vampire subspecies. Possibly around 200 years old. Had to be a Mula or a Katakan, given it was, most likely, in a human-appearing form at the time of the attack. She looked over the mess on the brothel floor once again, lip curled up in slight pity for the poor whore that lay dead on the bed, neck sliced open and pale from little to no blood.

       Her ears picked up the unmistakable footsteps of another witcher, and her attention turned towards the doorway where he stood.

【 ⚔️ 】— “Please understand; I do not mean offense,” the witcher spoke roughly, accent harsh on the foreign language that she recognized the young woman speak. Zerrikanian was a hard language to learn, some western travelers could not even pronounce the country correctly sometimes, so she felt it easier if she simply spoke the other’s language.

【 ⚔️ 】— “This is not good idea.” The other witcher was exact and precise in her words to get the point across. Murder, or even threatening to murder a civilian in the middle of such a big city was not only against the witcher’s code, but doing so and getting caught or even being suspected wouldn’t just get them run out of town, it could earn the both of them their very own personal funeral pyre, pre-mortem.

         Rashida had thought the Zerrikanian’s idea of a death sentence, crushing the head via elephant foot, was a nasty way to go, but being burned alive sounded even worse and more grueling. It was said that a witcher had never died in their bed, that was true, but she didn’t plan on her death being via public execution, either.

【 ⚔️ 】— A fair enough question, though it didn’t go without Rashida quirking a brow at the ‘doll’ in response. The lack of expression or humor in tone and face was curious, and they called witchers emotionless, she thought to herself. 

        “I am witcher; mutant created to slay monsters,” she replied. A doll, strange-- she had heard of mages creating golems or homonculi to guard or protect their lairs and belongings, usually created from clay or stone, but she wasn’t aware it was possible to make one out of a doll, or one that was capable of speech. Perhaps some sort of soul entrapment was responsible for this.

【 ⚔️ 】— She had heard talk of another witcher in town– rare, considering how few of them there were left. Had it not been for tales travelling so far, she never even would have thought there to be witchers out west of the Blue Mountains, especially in Redania, a backwards, uncivilized land where they murdered anyone who dealt with magic. While many of the common folk of the East also had a distrust for mages that weren’t affiliated with religion, they at least didn’t mob against them and lynch them or set them on fire.

           She had at least hoped to see the Oxenfurt Academy and perhaps update her Beastiary on the local fauna, but it seemed that the ignorance of the Redanian government knew no bounds, and had closed it down, either due to the war going on or, by Rashida’s guess, because they feared that knowledge would corrupt the minds of the people. Either way, it was certainly different from the East.