Welcome to Novigrad

Novigrad. A prosperous city nestled in the forested hills of Redania. Built on the ruins of a small elven town, this free city is now one of the largest in the kingdom; Home to royalty and beggars alike. Whilst lacking an official ruler, the city is rampant with enterprising individuals seeking to take a piece of the city for themselves.

The towering main gate comes into view as you walk through the dilapidated houses that sit just outside the walls of the city. You are Triss Merigold, a powerful mage and founder of the Lodge of Sorceresses.

Your blood red hair, perfect facial features, and finely crafted garments that perfectly hug your hourglass form catch the eyes of the destitute inhabitants outside the wall. I'll have to fix that. You think to yourself, as you don't want any unwanted attention on your actions.

You have fled to Novigrad after being freed from the grasp of the Nilfgaardians by Geralt. The presence of King Radovid in the port of Novigrad will grant you some safety from the Nilfgaardians you would prefer not to be identified.

You enter the city easily enough, though there is a distinct tension in the air from the guards. You ignore the trepidation you feel in your gut and continue into the winding streets flanked by misshapen buildings and vendor stalls. You will have to stay at an inn until you find more permanent housing. A quant looking building catches your eye. The sign out-front reads 'The Spearhead'. The outside looks well enough to suit your tastes but not extravagant enough to drain your small pouch of Novigrad crowns.

The inside is about as you expected, rough around the edges but some care has been taken in the places that matter. There is a candle chandelier in the center of the large lobby illuminating a small tavern on the opposite wall of the front desk. Behind the desk is a woman with faint hair and a beautiful face. You each smile as you lock eyes and you approach her.

“What can I be doin' for you milady!” The spritely young girl asks you.

“I'd like a room please.” You respond.

“We only 'ave one room open. It's 10 crowns a night.”

“Certainly” You smile as you shuffle through your pouch. You have about two dozen crowns. If you are going to survive in this city you are going to have to find a source of income quickly.

“Would you happen to know where I could find some work around here?” You ask the girl as you hand her the ten crowns.

“Well I don't know what work would be appropriate for a lady of your position!” The girl sheepishly answers turning her face.

“Don't worry about offending me, I can handle myself. Tell me anything you know about.”

“Well, okay milady. There are boards across the city that people use to ask for help, you could make decent coin if you have the required skills. There's always a job to be done at taverns and inns, though we aren't lookin' right now. And, if you'll forgive me milady, but with your comely looks you could make a fine bit at one of the brothels.”

You do your best to hide your disgust, you did tell the girl to inform you about everything. You thank her and head upstairs after she instructs you where your room is and gives you your key. You barely managed to get out of Loc Muinne, where you were held by the Nilfgaardians, so your current possessions are limited to the clothes on your back, the small pouch of coins, and a rucksack filled with minimal travel supplies, nuts, and bread that Geralt gave you. You enter your room and toss the bag onto your rickety bed.

You look around the small room. There is a single-person bed, a wooden desk and chair, and an empty wardrobe. You contemplate your options as you take a seat in the old chair. The safest choice would be finding a local job at a tavern but it would also be the lowest paying. You could make more taking odd jobs but they would likely be much more dangerous. Lastly and likely the highest paying would be a brothel however the thought turns your stomach.