Hello, Gwynbleidd...

Chapter Seven: You're stuck with me, Wolf

Jordan walked through the portal and grimaced as her stomach turned, "Yup...now, I know..." she groaned, hating portals already...

Jordan looked around and took a moment to take in the view of everything. She stood on a hill, looking down at a cottage, with a large herbal garden.

"Must be Tomira's place...maybe I can help her," Jordan thought aloud as she walked down the hill, headed around to her front door.

The smell of human odor caught her nose and she had to fight herself not to sneer, she knew it was from the village nearby.

Jordan knocked on the door, "Excuse me?" she called and a woman came to the door. She had black hair and green eyes, wearing a green tunic and trousers.

The woman's eyes widened, "Are you a...Sorceress?" she asked and Jordan shook her head.

"No, actually. I detest the means of travel," Jordan said, "I'm a Witcher. Heard you were caring for the victim of a Griffin attack," she explained to her and the woman nodded.

"Indeed, I am. My name's Tomira...but I don't recall there ever bein' any lady Witchers in the world," Tomira was a bit confused.

"I only recently got the changes. But, I'm just trying to help people. My name is Jordan Raven," she shook Tomira's hand...

Tomira let her in and Jordan gave her the recipe for a Swallow potion once the herbalist told her about the victim's hemorrhage.

With that, Tomira pointed her in the direction of the village...then, Jordan got walking...

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It was late into the night that two horses rode into White Orchard. One a grey mare, the other brown. The steeds carried two men, both of white hair and stoic expression. Both on a hunt to find a Sorceress...

They walked in, the taller and younger of the two scanning the room before his old master did.

His eyes fell on a cloaked woman in the corner of the tavern, who ignored them all together as opposed to sneering in disgust and looking away.

Her feet were up on the bench, lounging as she sipped on a flask...

The two hunters approached the counter, the bartender smiling as if she expected them, "Ah, you must be that young lady's friends," she said cheerfully.

"You were expecting us?" the older of the two asked.

The old woman shook her head, "No, but that nice woman over there has been. She's been in the village for three days waitin' for you boys," she explained, "She's been helpin' everyone with her nohow...but said that she needed to know if any other Witchers came by, I believe she said," the woman added.

"What do you mean by other Witchers?" the younger hunter inquired and the woman was confused again.

"Well, because that girl has white hair, cat eyes and fairer skin than I've ever seen," the woman stated bluntly and the two looked at one another, then back to the woman who still ignored them.

The two hunters approached the table and the older cleared his throat, "May we sit down?" the elder asked.

The woman merely nodded...

The hunters sat down across from her as the woman sat up and faced them, her hood still hiding her eyes. When she put her hood down, the hunters were taken aback.

"Hello, Gwynbleidd," the woman said to the younger, "My name is Jordan Raven," she introduced herself and the two hunters could hardly believe their eyes.

"How the hell...?" the older asked.

"How the hell what, Vezemir?" Jordan asked, threading her fingers together, her elbows on the table, her chin on her hands.

Vezemir, the older hunter, studied her for any imperfections...and found none, "How the hell are you alive, girl...?" he asked more specifically and Jordan smiled faintly.

"It's quite the tale...but right now, I'd like to tell you why I'm here," Jordan stated, "Ciri has returned. She was alive and safe, last I saw of her," she informed them and the Witchers were silent.

"How do you know my daughter?" Gwynbleidd, Geralt, asked defensively.

"Because she's my friend. Ciri bought me from my world into this one upon arriving...Then, made me into a Witcher so I could survive here," Jordan told him bluntly, "She's grown up, Geralt...and don't worry, she didn't undergo any mutations. It was only me," she spoke with a bit more compassion and Geralt sighed.

"Ciri doesn't know enough about the trials to make a Witcher. Who helped her?" Geralt asked.

"The Elven Sage that she's travelling with. He knew Ciri's Elven ancestor, thus he's protecting her the best he can. For safety's sake, I'll be keeping his name to myself for now," Jordan explained, "But I can assure you...Ciri is quite safe with him," she insisted and even still, both men were uneasy.

"So, what do you want with us?" Vezemir asked curiously.

"What do you think? I'm here to keep Geralt from smashing open a beehive and getting himself killed," Jordan said simply and Geralt raised a brow at this.

"You want to travel with me?" Geralt asked.

"It's not a matter of what I want. This life- in this world- is a matter of business," Jordan stated as if it should be obvious, "I'm going to follow your Path whether you want me to or not. Send me away and I'll only shadow you," she added with determination.

"Why become a Witcher for business? What are you getting out of this?" Vezemir questioned suspiciously.

Jordan paused for a long moment before taking another sip from her flask, "What else could drive a woman through a challenge like the Trials...? I'm here for justice and vengeance. To destroy the Wild Hunt and keep Ciri safe...as she protected my sister in arms while she bled to death in a cave...murdered by the Hunt," Jordan spoke bitterly then.

"Were you a Sorceress?" Geralt asked.

Jordan chuckled at that, "No. And I'm glad, because I've recently learned that their modes of transportation suck ass," she shrugged, "I was a soldier. One of the best in my unit...with the highest number of confirmed kills," she added with a cynical pride, having been none too proud of her body count.

"Geralt will get you a horse," Vezemir smiled after the long silence was broken.

"What? She's not coming with me-" Vezemir cut Geralt off.

"No one's going with anybody. Just work together. Collaborate. Maybe you'll learn something," Vezemir explained and Geralt growled.

"Good. It's settled, then," Jordan smirked again, "You're stuck with me, Wolf," she chuckled, relishing the look of reluctancy on Geralt's face...

She would not have to face her first tasks on the Path alone...