The hunt
"Hmm."
The witcher said as he thought to himself. Crouched on a cave floor in southern kaedwen.
"These footprints imply the monster is a necrophage, but the body says otherwise" The witcher thought out loud. The body in question was sitting just a few feet away, and it was mutalated yes, but not in the style of a necrophage. While the throat was torn open and the blood drained out, the rest of body was (for the most part) undamaged.
"Only one explanation for this" he said to himself. "This must be a lesser vampire, An ekimmara I'd say."
As if The word alone had summoned it, he heard a shriek emanate from somwhere deeper in the cave.
'Time to earn some coin' he thought to himself as he drew his silver sword.
He heard rapid footsteps coming ever closer from the dark. Yet still he could not see the monster.
He quickly pulled a small glass vial out of its leather strap on his chest, and imbibed its contents. (the potion in question is cat. and as such grants a witcher sight in near complete darkness) but what he beheld when the potion began to take effect would have scared most men witless.
Just as soon as the potion began to take effect the footsteps stopped. The witcher caught only a brief glimpse of the monster before it faded into shadow.
'Shit' he thought.
He'd made a grave mistake, the kind of mistake that can end a witcher's career in a moment.