Sausages hang in a stall.

The city had seen better days, but the folk living there still liked their vintage vibes.

With the sun rising, the night is chased away. The sunshine yellow of the flowers bring a smile to my face.

Night sits outside the cabin walls. But here, in the night’s glow, we are safe. Time is spent in research.

Beyond the window, the forest sits. The green leaves of plants and trees turn silver in the light of the full moon. Dark clouds skitter across the sky.

A fleeting glance, a glimpse of light, and then the clouds shift and the moment is gone.

Peasants have few possessions but the ones they have hold a rustic charm.

Even in the muck of the peasant villages, vibrant colors can be seen.

Geralt of Rivia stands silent, watching, waiting, as the shadows advance.

Although magitech is their forte, the Asura craftsmen know a thing or two about armor as well.