[ Oh yeah, Strange is not going to have a good time tomorrow. However, Lambert's not going to stop him, because 1. he thinks that shit will be hilarious, 2. that'll teach the poor bastard to treat witcher alcohol like it's water. He takes a drink, clearly warming to the subject matter and relishing the setup. ]
Witchers pride themselves on being neutral -- we don't owe loyalty to any kingdom, keep our noses out of politics, and won't bend the knee to any old blueblood with a parcel of land bigger than the spread of his palm. As you can imagine, that doesn't make us all that popular among the nobility. Luckily, we don't have to deal with each other much: like I said, most of their monster problems are things that they can handle because they've got armies. But sometimes, even they'll have problems steel alone can't solve... which is when they'll start looking for a witcher.
[ Sorry, Strange, you're getting a ton of exposition anyway. But with that introduction out of the way, Lambert continues: ]
The summer of my tenth year after becoming a full-fledged witcher, I saw a contract on a noticeboard while I was in the East March. It was short and to the point: the local baron was looking for someone to kill a male griffin. What caught my attention was the reward. Five hundred crowns -- that's nothing to sneeze at. So I figured what the hell, I probably won't be the only person looking for this thing, not with that much money on offer. Might as well go and see why they were offering so much for one fleabitten monster.
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[ Oh yeah, Strange is not going to have a good time tomorrow. However, Lambert's not going to stop him, because 1. he thinks that shit will be hilarious, 2. that'll teach the poor bastard to treat witcher alcohol like it's water. He takes a drink, clearly warming to the subject matter and relishing the setup. ]
Witchers pride themselves on being neutral -- we don't owe loyalty to any kingdom, keep our noses out of politics, and won't bend the knee to any old blueblood with a parcel of land bigger than the spread of his palm. As you can imagine, that doesn't make us all that popular among the nobility. Luckily, we don't have to deal with each other much: like I said, most of their monster problems are things that they can handle because they've got armies. But sometimes, even they'll have problems steel alone can't solve... which is when they'll start looking for a witcher.
[ Sorry, Strange, you're getting a ton of exposition anyway. But with that introduction out of the way, Lambert continues: ]
The summer of my tenth year after becoming a full-fledged witcher, I saw a contract on a noticeboard while I was in the East March. It was short and to the point: the local baron was looking for someone to kill a male griffin. What caught my attention was the reward. Five hundred crowns -- that's nothing to sneeze at. So I figured what the hell, I probably won't be the only person looking for this thing, not with that much money on offer. Might as well go and see why they were offering so much for one fleabitten monster.