A Witcher's Adventure (Geralt X Male Oc)

Prologue

-3rd person's pov-

Upon entering Oxenfurt, a certain white haired witcher headed straight for the notice boards for a new job. It was easy to tell that most of the notices had been there for a while, ones that the infamous Geralt of Rivia had seen at many other boards, or ones that were of no interest to him.

He however had to take one of these requests for he didn't have many crowns left. End everyone knows that a witcher without crowns, was a witcher practically dead.

Ripping one of the pieces of parchment off, another one happened to drift down off of the board. Before it could land in a puddle of mud, Geralt grabbed it and took a glance at it.

"A request to save a merchant's son, huh? Not the most exciting, but it beats having to move boxes for another merchant." Geralt mumbled to himself. Whether he was actually happy to have found that piece of parchment then to have to face boredom, no one could have really been able to tell.

Geralt folded up the paper and stuck it somewhere in his armor where he wouldn't lose it, and set off down the waggon worn road to Metkar's Jack of All Trades shop. Reaching the door to the rather newly built building, the witcher bargged on in, startling the shopkeeper inside.

The rather tall, middle aged man with dark brown hair and firmly set eyes sent a glare twords Geralt out of spite.

"What business does a damned mutant have in my shop?" The emerald green eyed man said rather harshly, though Geralt was used to this reaction from people by now.

"I heard you have a son." The witcher mearly replied with the blankest expression.

"Yes, I do. But what's the importance of him to you?" The shop keeper retorted, hostility laced in his words.

"I also know that he's missing." Again, no expression from the ashen-haired man.

"So? What's it to you?" More hostility.

"You don't seem to get the point. Or maybe you do, but you're just to defensive for no reason to let me help.  I'm here because I saw the job you posted on the notice board, and I'm willing to give my time to search for him. Now, tell me when's the last time you saw him." Geralt waved his right hand and used Axii to calm the man.

"I saw him last at midday, about three days ago..." The Axiied man responded with a rather spaced out look on his face.

"What happened before he left? Did he fight with someone? Did he get threatened and had to skip town?" Geralt crossed his arms across his chest.

"Nothing. Nothing that I'm aware of." The once spaced out expression turned into one of discomfort. No doubt about it's because the man was trying to lie. This was all of the information Geralt needed to know that something was up. He released the man from his witcher spell and exited the shop.

He had a probable idea in his mind as he left Oxenfurt. If a kid were to run off and want to disappear in the middle of the day, the likeliest bet was to head for the woods. It wasn't a bad idea, but it was highly dangerous for those who aren't trained to handle monsters and beasts.

Based on that, Geralt feared the worst and hoped that he didn't have to enter a monster's den. For if he did, the kid might not be alive, depending on the monster. If he didn't, then the kid may have managed to escape to another smaller town, or even a village.

Letting out a shrill whistle, the witcher mounted his horse and set off at a sprint to the nearest woods. From there, he'd ride alongside the edge using his witcher sense to spot any signs of a human entering the woods in a hurry.

(To be continued)