Geralt of Rivia

The sun had set a long time back and Geralt had put on a fire and had tied his horse, Roach on a nearby tree. The wind blew softly, almost silently and the sounds of various animals could be heard...

The noises of owls and insects mixed with the sounds of perhaps, the monsters was enough to instill fear in a normal, mortal human but Geralt wasn't the one to feel freight.

Suddenly he heard a rustle in the bushes...like something was coming towards him. He drew his sword and got up silently awaiting what was approaching him...he waited until he saw a figure...

The figure of a woman, he could see at the first glance that she wasn't a monster, she looked like a sorceress for she was rather alluring to look at. She looked afraid and timid. She was quite a lot shorter than him and did not have a lot of weight. He spoke quietly, his voice grave and deep. He hasn't put down his sword yet

Who are you ? He drew his sword, ready to fight her off if she uses magic even if she looked harmless

I ask yet again, Who. Are. You ?

The witch got scared and pulled out something...a wand...she wasn't a normal sorceress...she had a wand not normal powers