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In letters deeply worn
Geralt closed the tavern door behind him with a slam, tired of the whispers of the townsfolk. They hated him but when they needed someone to slay a monster... well at least he'll be paid well.
This time it was siren known to lure sailors to their death. But the odd thing was that the townsfolk had pointed him to a lake. Whatever, it could be something else. He'll see when he gets there. It wouldn't be the first time the town was wrong about a monster.
Taking the reins of the hook he guided Roach to the gate, when they reached the road he pulled himself up and clicked his tongue. Roach took the signal and started to trot to their designation