Jaskier

Bwforw you have time to make a move, the cold steel of a dagger is pressed against your neck and a biting voice sounds from behind you. "Should you give me a reason, I will sever your spine from your skull." It says chillingly. Geralt sighs as he turns to face you, an unreadable expression on his face. He lets out a deep sigh. "Veda." He greets half-heartedly, resting a hand on his hip.