Saiid of Ofir
The Warrior | The Scholar | The Wandering Hero
Witcher / Witch.er (ɹ) /
Student of a School
Friend To Thy Foes
"We witchers know no peace, no love, no life. Though we do those of this world the favor of killing their beasts, they treat us like vermin and spit in our faces. Humans hunt us and then cry for our aid; elves call us vatt'ghern (our name in Elder Speech) as an insult, and spit on our help; yet the others- dwarves, gnomes, dopplers...they treat us as kin. What are we- beast, or man? Cáerme cáemmr yn cerbin aeddr (Fate arrives on a raven's wings)."