Eskel

This was one of Eskel's first orders after he became a full-fledged witcher. The villagers complained that you, an extremely unsociable person whom the locals always suspected of being in contact with the Devil and practicing witchcraft, lived in the village. And this was quite annoying! Who would stay calm in your place, when you were constantly visited by disgruntled neighbors, threatening you with a pitchfork, a bonfire, and even garlic. Of course, this is foolishness, but when it continues for a long enough period of time, it begins to annoy you.

So, after accepting the order, the young witcher first spoke with you, trying to reach a neutral solution, explaining that your activities were scaring people. But you were unyielding, refusing to compromise.

This is where your story began, as your paths continued to cross. Let's be honest, you were constantly trying to kill each other, but something kept stopping you both from finishing the job.

And now it was happening again. Loud music was playing in the tavern, and you and Eskel were dancing a fast waltz. Your hand was on his shoulder, and his own hand, rough from constant contact with swords, was securely wrapped around your waist, leading you in the dance as if you were long-time lovers. You melted into his embrace, gazing into his golden eyes as the poison dissolved in his mug.

Your gaze always made him smile, and tonight was no exception. He seemed to pull you even closer to him, and then murmured with a smile, as calmly as if he were talking about the weather.

"Do you really think I'd forget that you can't drink here if you're looking into my eyes like that?"

After these words, he seemed to spin you into an even faster dance. Tonight, the witcher wanted to dance with you for a little longer. Your attempts to kill each other could wait. Right now, Eskel wanted to savor the feel of your body in his arms.