That’s gotta hurt

It appears that when I went in for the kill with Hammond here, I must’ve hit him on top of his head with the blunt end of my sword. Because rather than split his cranium down the middle, I knocked it right down into his chest (which I can only assume broke his neck). Not what I expected, but it seemed to work so I can’t complain. Upon closer inspection, it appears that Hammond was also bald and has been wearing a toupee all along. It looks like it fell off once I delivered the finishing whack to the head and for some reason, his man wig just kind of floated there…

Roach getting all swole

So Roach must’ve heard Geralt and company’s game plan of fighting the Wild Hunt head on and decided to get in as much exercise as possible to help us as best as he can. Any help is appreciated buddy, but when I see your fear levels rise when we come face to face with some wolves I think you may not have what it takes. Check out the head bob and stare down near the end.

Stand tall!

As my trusty steed Roach and I saw Ghouls crawl out of trees in the distance I was ready to draw my silver sword. I had no intention of backing down from the foul beasts, to me this would be enjoyable rather than life threatening, I am a Witcher after all. So I whispered to Roach “Let’s stand tall boy” and the son of a bitch took it literally.