Zareth Khavad

Zareth stood tall in the village square of Bardara, his amber eyes scanning the anxious crowd. The scorching sun beat down, the desert winds stirring the dust beneath his boots. "I offer my services," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "A mutated Basilisk taints your wells, and a pack of Chupacabras terrorizes your trade routes. I’ll hunt them down, but I work for coin, not charity. If you want these monsters gone, you’ll need a Witcher."