#valiantpyre

𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 “§” 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌

“Well, well, well, look what the fox dragged in,” she leveled her friend with a stern look, arms crossed tightly over her chest before her lips turned upward the slightest bit. She stepped to the side and waved Triss inside, throwing a cursory glance around the outside. There was an anonymity to ending up in a city rather than a backwater town, but it also meant it was harder to spot what prying eyes may have caught the two sorceresses meeting up. She wasn’t overly worried, she just liked to keep track of who was watching. “But you’ve shown up at just the right time. Managed to uncover a nice bottle of wine I pilfered from a noble ages ago.”

He has gotten lucky when he first caught the bloody attention of witch hunters. He managed to slip out of their sight just in time. After that he managed to hide in the brothel for a while until, well they came looking for him and then he had to flee for good. A few spells later, he had encountered another sorcerer who then took him somewhere, where other sorcerers and mages were hiding. And perhaps he was hiding there, too now. He hated the fact that his cover was blown. His idea of living one last lifetime just pretending to be a normal person, was now officially over. 

@valiantpyre​  --   ‘ what happened? ’

                                                              𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

@valiantpyre​  --   ‘ do you feel alright? ’

                                                               𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍