Aldith, Forever. (The Witcher.)

b l a v i k e n

The two 'outsiders' reached Blaviken, and began walking towards what Aldith could only assume was the inn. She cleared her throat, "I guess this is where we part ways, right?"

"Soon." The white haired male answered monotonously.

"Will I- never mind." Aldith spoke quietly. Her boots squelched into the mud, and brown water started to seep through the small worm hole, "Great."

Geralt turned his head to look at her, her vivid green eyes boring into his; he shook his head, "Hmm." He wasn't usually so captured by someone's eyes, and it stirred up an attraction towards the lilac haired woman walking behind him pensively. He didn't like it, not one bit. She had to go.

Aldith paused for a minute when she arrived at the outside of the inn. She stared at the door, just over Geralt's shoulder. She didn't want to enter because then she'd be alone again. No family, no home - nothing. The daunting realisation hit her like a horse and cart, it was then she knew she had no choice but to beg Geralt to let her stay, but she didn't know if she could stoop low enough to beg a man she only knew through literature and stories. He had no obligation towards the woman, nor did he intend to have any.

Witcher's are better off alone.

Geralt stopped when he realised he couldn't hear the soft footsteps of the woman behind him, he turned slightly, "You coming?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door.

Aldith cleated her throat, swallowed her pride and blinked back tears, "Yes."

Geralt cocker an eyebrow, 'how odd,' he thought to himself, 'that is the least talkative she's been since stumbling across her.'

The Witcher pushed the inn door open, it creaking slightly as it scraped across the floor; alerting the customers to his presence. Scowls filled the room as they glared at Geralt, disgusted at the sheer sight of him. Their glares softened slightly once Aldith had walked in, twiddling with her fingers and flicking them in anxiousness. "Hey, lady. You're not with the freak, are ya'?" One of the men shouted, whilst the others equally shared a humoured grin. Aldith put her head down, and slumped to try and hide herself, but everyone had already seen her.

Geralt stopped pacing towards the bar and looked at the filthy, poor man who was talking down to Aldith, "Yes, she is. Now back the fuck off."

"We don't like your kind, Mutant." Another drunken man, this one possibly a farmer, spoke up.

Geralt shrugged his shoulders with a small smirk on his face before continuing to stride towards the bar. Aldith couldn't help but think maybe he was going to ask her to be a companion on his wonderful adventures as a 'Monster Hunter'. She also couldn't help but notice, how breathtakingly beautiful Geralt looked as he smirked.

"Point me to the Alderman." Geralt ordered to the barmaid, who began speaking before the barman spoke up, interrupting her.

"Isodora, that's enough. You always say too much."

'Isodora' put her head down and walked towards the back of the inn. Geralt aimed his glare at the man, urging him to speak.

"I won't tell you nothing, Witcher. You're not welcome. Either leave on your own or at the end of a rope." The barman spat.

The rest of the inn began shouting at Geralt, and starting pawing at Aldith until Geralt grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. She shuddered at how tight his grasp was, but nevertheless she didn't care. He was protecting her.

"ENOUGH." A loud female voice shouted. The shouting stopped, and all fell silent. "Drinks, for my two friends here." The voice spoke again. Geralt and Aldith faced the voice, a woman with short hair stood at the other end of the bar. "What are you waiting for? Drinks! Now!"