Capítulo 4: Chapter 1 : The Meeting of Witchers
The sun was setting over the city of Novigrad as Geralt of Rivia made his way towards the tavern that had been designated as the meeting place for the Witchers. He was feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension as he approached the building, wondering who else would be in attendance.
As he pushed open the door and stepped inside, Geralt's eyes immediately fell upon two other Witchers who were already seated at a nearby table. One was a tall, broad-shouldered man with thick, black hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed in the armor of the Bear School. The other was a lean, wiry man with short, blond hair and a sharp gaze, wearing the distinctive Cat School armor.
Geralt recognized them both immediately, having heard of their exploits and reputations in Witcher circles. The Bear School Witcher was Bjorn, a master of magic and combat who was said to be almost invincible in battle. The Cat School Witcher was Eryk, a cunning and resourceful fighter who was known for his stealth and speed.
As Geralt approached the table, he felt a sense of respect and camaraderie towards his fellow Witchers. Despite their different backgrounds and fighting styles, they all shared a common bond as warriors who had been transformed by the rigorous training and mutations of the Witcher schools.
"Good evening," Geralt said as he took a seat at the table. "I'm Geralt of Rivia."
"Bjorn of the Bear School," the burly man replied, offering a nod in greeting. "And this is Eryk of the Cat School."
Eryk nodded back, his eyes assessing Geralt with a cool, detached gaze. "It's good to meet you, Geralt. We've heard a lot about your exploits."
Geralt nodded in acknowledgement, feeling a sense of pride at his reputation as one of the greatest Witchers in the land. But he knew that there was no room for ego or arrogance among their kind, and he quickly steered the conversation towards the reason for their meeting.
"So, what brings us all together here tonight?" Geralt asked, looking between Bjorn and Eryk.
Bjorn leaned forward, his gaze intense. "I've heard rumors of a powerful monster that's been terrorizing a nearby village. The people there are in desperate need of our help."
Eryk nodded in agreement. "I've heard the same. And it's said that the monster is unlike any we've faced before. It's going to take all of our skills and abilities to bring it down."
Geralt felt a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him. This was what he lived for - the thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of knowing that he was making a difference in the lives of others. He knew that he could count on his fellow Witchers to be formidable allies in battle.
"I'm in," Geralt said firmly. "Let's take this thing down."
Bjorn and Eryk both nodded in agreement, and the three Witchers spent the next few hours discussing strategy and tactics. They shared stories of their past battles and adventures, exchanging tips and advice on how to take down even the most formidable foes.
As the night wore on, the tavern grew quiet around them, and the other patrons began to filter out. But the three Witchers remained at their table, deep in conversation and focused on their upcoming mission.
Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, they stood up, their armor clanking softly. "Time to go to work," Geralt said, a sense of determination in his voice.
Bjorn and Eryk nodded in agreement, and the three Witchers made their way out of the tavern,
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