A man pushed open the door and walked into the tavern.
He was bearded, his face utterly expressionless and marked by several lingering scars. Though his hair and beard were completely white, he did not look old at all. Unlike everyone else, he carried two swords on his back, making him seem rather unusual.
Ignoring the stares of the surrounding drinkers, the man strode straight to the counter. Seeing him approach, the tavern owner swallowed nervously before speaking.
"Welcome. What would you like to drink?"
In response to the tavern owner's question, the white-haired man merely looked at him and spoke in a low voice.
"I saw the contract you posted on the notice board."
"Oh, you must be a Witcher!"
The tavern owner's eyes immediately lit up upon hearing his answer.
"That's right. But the contract was vague. I'd like to know exactly what happened."
"It's like this, Witcher sir."
Looking at the white-haired man before him, the tavern owner immediately began complaining.
"You may find this hard to believe, but everyone is terrified now... Just as the contract says, a mountain range suddenly appeared..."
"...Suddenly appeared?"
"Yes, it suddenly appeared!"
The tavern owner nodded emphatically.
"At first, it was only one tall mountain. Then, for some reason, it became an entire mountain range! And it all happened within just a few days. Everyone is on edge and has no idea what it could be. That's why we pooled our money to post the notice, hoping to find someone to investigate..."
"A mountain range suddenly appeared?"
The white-haired man frowned.
"Are you sure you didn't just see it wrong?"
"Absolutely sure! Sir, our families have lived here for generations. There's no way we wouldn't know the terrain around here!"
"First one tall mountain, then an entire mountain range..."
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