Investigate yourself

You thank the family for their time and make your way to the suspected werewolves home. You do a quick scan of the building looking for other exits, everything is boarded up or blocked off. It's still daytime which is a good sign, but the sun is quickly setting. Fighting a werewolf could be challenging, especially in the closed quarters of a house. You need the crowns anyway, so you approach the door and give it a solid knock. Silence. You knock again, this time harder and repeatedly. Eventually you hear footsteps approach the door and then the sounds of various locks being turned.

The door cracks open slightly before three large chains come into view, holding the door ajar only three inches. Half of a man's face peers through the crack and he eyes you up and down.

“Greetings. My name is Triss, I was wondering if you had a moment?” You ask after an awkward length of silence.

“What for?” The man responds, his mouth obscured by the door.

You didn't really come up with a plan to get in so you improvise. “I'm moving into a house nearby, I wanted to get to know the neighbors.” You accentuate with a tilt of your hip and a slight lean forward. Most men easily succumb to your orders when you display a hint of sexuality.

At first it seems your plan failed as the door slams shut. Then you hear more fiddling with the locks and the door swings open all the way. Standing there is a tall man oversized clothing yet you can still make out his muscular form under them. His face is well defined and pleasant to look at despite being covered up by a scraggly dark brown beard.

“C-come in.” He steps aside as you enter.

The room is dark, lit only by a small fire in the hearth and what little sunlight sneaks through the cracks in the boarded up windows. Regardless you can tell the house is very clean. It is decorated very minimally and with a distinct intention. There's a staircase against one wall, similar to the job poster's, but you also spot a door under the stairs with more locks on it.

“I didn't catch your name?”

“Seigward. Milady”

“Please, call me Triss.”

“Very well.” Seigward lowers his head, almost ashamed to look at you. He takes a seat in a decorative sofa near the hearth. The soft orange glow of the flame dances on his face, highlighting his sharp features. You catch yourself looking at him for too long so you look at the fire and take a seat in a wooden chair nearby.

“So tell me about yourself.” You ask Seigward.

He surprisingly opens up to you, telling you about his youth living on a farm near White Orchard. He inherited the farm and a fair amount of coin when his parents died. He glosses over that subject even after you press him on it. He continues saying that he sold the farm and moved to Novigrad where he has been very solitary ever since.

“Why are you alone, if you don't mind me asking. You are a very handsome man, surely there are many women who-”

“You should go!” Seigward cuts you off. You see him look towards the windows. The sunlight is no longer filtering through the cracks. He gets up and walks towards the door.

“But we've only just started.” You stop him by placing a hand on his chest. “I haven't even told you my story yet!”

Seigward looks down at your hand and hesitates before brushing it aside and undoing the locks on the main door. “You really should go.”