A breeze blows past the farmland surrounding the village. Birds take wing.

Hidden alleys are all around, even in the peasant villages. These are much better than the dark ones of the cities.

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

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

Ruined castle walls glow in the light of the setting sun.

The villages are anything BUT an urban jungle.

As the sun rises, the morning dew creeps up from the river, like the drowned.

We say goodbye to Tyria and the MMO online world. Our next stop is rife with danger, but who better to take on wild monsters and wild women than Geralt of Rivia?

The March Prompts for those keeping score:

Not going to lie, I’ve never played Witcher III: Wild Hunt, so this should be interesting.