Beneath the streets of Novigrad
"A vampire, indeed." Elka responded her eyes widening slightly as she scrutinized the claw mark gouged into the stone wall. She nodded her agreement with his proposed story. It was truly impossible to tell beneath the decay and bite marks if there had ever...
Aeka grudgingly nodded. Orsmun needed medical attention, but it truthfully only took one to lead the horse and the witcher had other work to do. She took the time to collect her spent arrows from the corpses of the wolves. A few had been snapped or the fletching damages but most were still good...