Chapter 3!
They travelled through a dense coniferous forest alongside a stream. They were heading south towards the city of Rivia. It is a small city two days south of Yenfin. It's nestled in the foothills of the Craag Ros in a valley beside Loc Eskalott. The horse and his rider crested a grass-covered hill. Ahead of them was a shallow valley lake and a small city, Rivia, opposite them. They took a left. The horse trotted up to a small village. There was a sawmill and a blacksmith but little else. They continued riding skirting the edge of the lake. They rode until evening. As the sun set at the bottom of the valley Krisen and Jester arrived at the gate to the village. There was a 15-foot tall stone wall surrounding the inner city. The large wooden gate was made of pine. Geralt dismounted and walked over to the gate. He lifted the iron knocker and hit it hard against the door, then repeated this motion, three times in quick succession. A helmed man stuck his head over the wall, "Oo's There?" Krisen looked up, "I'm a traveller. I've had a long ride and would appreciate a bowl of warm broth and a tankard of ale." The guard grunted and then disappeared over the wall. After a moment there was the clanking of moving chains and the large wooden door opened ahead of them. Krisen took Jester's reins and then led him through the gate. Kristen looked up, thanked the guard and then walked away with the horse, heading looking for the tavern. Krisen woke the next day. He was lying in a warm bed with no recollection of the night before. As wakefulness fully returned to him, he noticed the weight of another person lying beside him. Krisen was sat in the tavern with an iron plate that held two pieces of bread lathered with butter. He had been listening to the rumours in the tavern for most of the morning, a hunter was talking to the barkeep about his recent hunt being cut short by a group of Harpies. The hunter was especially disgruntled as this was his usual hunting route that these Harpies had appeared on. Krisen stood and walked over. "How many Harpies were there?" The hunter looked up at him, "Why does it interest you?" "Hm, I'm sure you know what I am." "A witcher. A monster-hunting monsters." Kristen stayed silent. The barkeep walked away. "There were at least six." "How about their location?" "They attacked me in a gorge a few days west." "Would you pay to have them removed?" "How much would it cost?" "500 Gulden." "That seems like a good and honest price." "Aye, have the money ready for when I return. I'll remove your problem." "Thank you, Witcher. What is your name?" "Krisen, and yours?" "Eralk. It's very nice to make your acquaintance."
