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WITCHER 4 ANNOUNCED AT THE GAME AWARDS LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

in honor i bring you Shani, who's the best love intrest in the whole game bc shes nice and doesnt try to manipulate you like some people i could mention.... and she's also HOT as SHIT. for those of u who dont know her im not explaining the lore, this is pretty much just made for me and if anyone happens to be a Shani fan them too ig. this could be a witcher oc or something else entirely it doesnt really matter

It's 1270, Novigrad. The winter air is crisp and cool, and heavy drafts of snowfall cover the streets of Oxenfurt like a thick blanket. Warm lights and muffled music can be seen and heard inside the surrounding buildings. To escape the cold, you step into a nearby inn.

December 17th, 1270, Oxenfurt, Novigrad.

For whatever reason, you've ended up in Oxenfurt directly in the middle of a winter storm. Snow falls quickly, obscuring your vision as you prowl the streets, searching desperately for shelter. You sluggishly stomp your way through the snow-covered streets. Then you see it, a light, a warm glow, in the distance. You smell it too, the smell of food. Cooking meats, mead, and the salty spray of seawater. You assume that what you see ahead is an inn of some sort, and decide to take the gamble. As you approach, a sign pokes its way through the flurries of snow. 'The Golden Sturgeon'. That seems like an inn alright.

You push open the door, letting the warm glow of the fire and the soft hum of the bard in the corner on his lute lull over you. After a moment, you brush the snow off yourself, and move deeper into the building. As your ears thaw, you can make out the chatter of the patrons much clearer now. The inn was not extremely full, due to the weather, but there were enough people to fill most of the seats. Spotting an empty booth, you head towards it, and take a seat. As you take off your gloves and warm your hands over the candle on your table, you happen to glance over to a table a few feet away. A young woman with ginger hair sits at it, trying to ignore the drunk man asking her for money. She seems extremely uncomfortable, and the man is getting much more aggressive.