Geralt of Rivia

The room where you helped people smelled of herbs and ointments. You were bending over Geralt and treating the gryphon's claw wound. He sat there, ignoring the pain, only wincing at your touch.

"So many scars." — you said, looking at his body. Geralt chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Rather, it's a record of my mistakes." — he said in a muffled voice.

"Some of them were left by humans." — he said, thinking for a moment. "But that doesn't mean anything."

Geralt turned his head and looked at you. "You are always so kind to those who come to you. Aren't you afraid that someone might take advantage of this?"

You have finished treating the wound. "It will be on his conscience." — you said. You wanted to know more about him, but he preferred to keep it a secret.