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Don't meddle. Take the reward and let's go. Help me! Evil is evil. Lesser, Greater, Middle... Makes no difference. Come fit me. Bring her down. Do it my way. Do you like that, you witch? Get the hammer. Dig our teeth in. The degree is arbitrary. The definitions blurred. If I'm to choose between one evil and another... I'd rather not choose at all. Just make it quickly, Gerald. Wonder. Close your eyes. Hit him! What are you doing? Killing Monsters! New Guardians. Let me guess. She's got a dragon.

That was a good game. Yep. Hey, was just reminiscing and realized, damn, been ages since we last saw each other. You know me, got a hard time staying put. Though Regis says I'm getting old. Drops in with herbs for Tris sometimes. Strange species I've never seen. They grab Jennifer, lock themselves in her lab, spend all day brewing. Wouldn't dare interrupt them. Not that I'm complaining, gives me time to help the guys with their contracts. Malone can't shake the feeling they mainly take jobs nea

rby. Lambert practically lives here. As I said, find it hard to sit still except things are good here, you know? I'm good. We play Gwent, drink wine, swipe grapes from Anarietta's Vineyards, The Odd Moon Lit Night. Bezamered enjoy that especially. Been through hell and high water, you and me. The fact is, you know me better than anyone else does. Actually wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Thanks for everything and know we all miss you, old friend. Might be my birthday but I say, here's to y

ou. Now, tell us how you're doing. Like a man. You but one soul lies anxious while fear in all manner of cools hugs and rays Nice tune. Been a while since I heard it last. Folk have forgotten it. Got other things on their mind. Things like me. They paid me for you. In times past, times have changed. Chop and slice you cut and dice you eat of hope. Home Guess she prefers practice to theory. Hm? What? Time to wake up, master. These lessons so boring they put you to sleep too. Damn it. Had her taki

ng notes on ghouls and all ghouls. Wanted to rest my eyes a bit. Making her slog through that brick. No wonder she took off. John of Bruce lacks flare, true, but he's reliable. Not like the hogwash they print nowadays. Ha. She's tackling the pendulums, right? How many times do I have to tell her? Don't train alone. It only embeds your errors. Bring our young damsel to the lower courtyard. She wants to practice, she'll get to practice. Gotta admit we've spoiled her. We've spoiled her. I've been s

aying it from the start. Siri needs a firm hand. Been saying that true but you let her walk all over you just like the rest of us do. Fine. I suppose I'm partly to blame but this has to end now. Killing monsters is not something to be taken lightly. Siri must understand that if she's to become one of us. Oh, see you below. Wrong. Now, I see why you are so eager to practice. Strike. You're not in the circus, pirouette. Wrong. Footwork. Enough. Get down. With a flip? What do you think? Alright, ta

ke off the blindfold. You've got work to do. Your reflexes are still slow. Maybe for a witcher. Think drowners or striggers will go easy on you because you haven't undergone the mutations. Though in your shoes, I'd fear Vesimer more than any Strigger. Disobeying his instructions, unwise. Well, yes but that butt was horribly dull. I know and you know that's no excuse. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Sorry is not good enough. You're going to read ghouls and algouls in its entirety. Appendises in

cluded. No, please. I'd rather clean the stables. End of discussion. Come on. We'll practice with the others down below. Shall we run the walls? Of course. Is it witcher school or an Elvin Bathhouse? You to the bottom. Maybe if you fall. What did I tell you about breathing? Through your mouth, in rhythm with your steps. Siri, cut it out. Run into travel. Should I turn back and help you? Don't bother me, Gerald. I'll trip and fall. I win. Legs are longer. I'll show you yet. You just need to grow

a bit. Anything to say for yourself, young lady? I'm very sorry, Uncle Vesimir. Youngblood craves action, I understand that but when you fight a beast, knowledge counts as much as your silver sword. At the very least, you ought to be able to tell a ghoul from an algoul. By markings, like unto the panthera tigris that in Zerricania dwells and by the sickly paleness of its visage. Hmm, so you did read the chapter. Still, you should have asked. But you were asleep, Uncle Vesimir. So you did the rea

ding. Why not admit it right off? Never pounce on an advantage as soon as it appears. Wait till it stands to have maximum effect. Uncle Vazemir's words. Well, you're a quick study. Quick but mischievous. Fine, we've talked enough. Gerald, you're with me, Lambert with Escal, Siri with a dummy. Again. Stop groaning and grab a sword. What do you think? Should we start by reviewing the fundamentals or go right to free training? Should work on the basics. Even skilled masters need to hone the fundame

ntals and Siri's barely a novice. You really showed him, kid. Siri, get down here. A little she devil. Soon as she's back, we'll send her to polishing all the swords at Caremore. Find that helmet? Siri? I'll make sure to find every last blade for you. Listen man. I've long awaited this and you white wolf. You alright? Had a nightmare. About? Take forever to explain. Dawn, someway off. We've got time. Rather not talk about it. Gotcha. So, time to hit the road? Wait. Show me the letter from Jennif

er. Might have overlooked some hint in there. Didn't overlook anything. We were meant to meet in Willoughby. That's what she wrote. Meanwhile, one army or another burned the village to the ground. All we can do is follow her trail. Stop talking for a minute and give me the letter. How about that? It does smell of lilac and gooseberries. You were going to read it, not sniff it. We must meet soon. Will it be near Vizema? Nothing else to guide us there. What's this post script? I still have the uni

corn? That's private. Very private. Uh huh. I understand. At least I think I do. Maybe not entirely but perhaps that's for the best. Back on topic. How's it look? How far behind Jennifer are we? Two or three days. Trails fresh. But it looks like it leads towards the main road. Could be modeled there. Wait, hear that? I smell it. Nice. Of course, when armies pass, necrophages follow. Let's go before any more show up. Ever tell you about this sorcerer I knew? Couldn't stop talking about how useful

are those creatures? Because you can brew potions from their blood? Where do you think you're going? Come back. No, because by eating rotten corpses, they prevent epidemics. Hmm, did he know they eat the living as well? No, really upset him too. His theory collapsed. More is not exactly going our way. We have a side. The northern realms. Radovid's realms, don't you mean? Tamaria and Edin are no more. Radovid's pledge to restore the old borders as soon as he wins the war. Believe that? Gotta bel

ieve something is what keeps us going. We going? Help me. Help. Has gone. Yeah. Come out. Gods, that was close. I was sure I'd end up like my mare. Provided you got lucky. Your horse died quickly but Griffins liked a toy with their prey. Eat it alive piece by piece. You'd, you'd like a reward, I suppose. Could always use a few crowns. Thing is, I've a mega purse at the moment. Nilf Guardians requisition my goods. Now, this? Back to the trail. Like I said, leads to the main road and ends there, m

uddled. You seek someone. Yes, a woman. Medium height, long black hair, seen anyone like that? No, but there's an in here in White Orchard. Soul one around gets its share of travelers. Perhaps, you'll learn something there? Not a bad idea. Especially since that wound needs cleaning. Ah, beast barely grazed me. But sure, could use a good rye. Nice and cool, you know, straight from a cellar. Let's go. So, that Griffin this close to the village? Strange. My thoughts exactly. In the forest of the mo

untain shore but here, near the main road. Maybe it's the war. Corpses everywhere, the stench of blood, burnt flesh, drives monsters crazy sometimes. Men too. We need to watch ourselves in White Orchard and we should leave as soon as we learn it. I saw it work. Witcher had nought to do with it. What did the folk do? What? Take that down before there's trouble. That is your coat of arms, the Tamarian lilies. They've a right to hang there. This ain't Tamaria no more, old man. It's Delf God now. My

**** it is. Witches. I'll not drink with Weaver Lost freaks. Beg your pardon for those thugs. No need. We're used to it. Folk are jumping around here. Armies just passed through. Now, a Griffin's prowling about. Mm hmm. Already had the pleasure. One mean beast. Mean? Light way for a hunter to put it. Claudina so bad, poor things one foot in a grave but there's no good to wallow in misfortune. How can I be a service? With a drop of vodka for me. And you? Something to wet your tongue. Looking for

a woman, raven haired, violet eyes, dresses in black and white, riding in from Willoughby and strange as it sounds, lilac and gooseberries might have smelled that. I've not seen nor smelt such a lady. Believe I'd remember. Yeah, especially hard to forget this one. Plenty of travelers about though. Folks from all over. Might be worth your while to ask after her. Pretty busy place you got. Nations on the moon Some search for Kin, others just want to get out of the way of the armies. They all need

food, drink, and a night's rest in warmth. So, war has been good for your trade. I, so far but it'd be best to know peace again. Times like these, you never know what tomorrow will bring. There are contract on that, Griffin? Nay, not at the moment. Used to be. Soon as a beast had built a nest nearby, the orderman had start a collection or go to the lord for help. Now, the orderman don't use the privy without asking the black ones permission first and seems they hang to the lord. So, no contract

. Shame. We might have done something but not for free. Thanks for everything. You can do that. Help you bandage that up? Please. I'm not the crepit yet. Then I'll ask about Jennifer. Mm hmm. Just remember, we'd rather not draw any attention. Black one's been out measuring the fields. Let him measure. I'm looking for someone. And we seek some peace and quiet. Out of my face freak. For your breath sours my beer. Just want to talk. You deaf stray, noone he'll talk to you. If his company you seek,

stick that manji snout of yours in a trough with the pigs. Show that **** to Micah. Running low on patience. Once it's gone, your heads will roll. Uh we was just in. No call for anger. See a raven-haired woman here. Dressed in black and white. We know nothing, sir. Leave us be. Leave us. We don't want to talk. We don't want to fight. Once more, there are. What a waste of time. The earth shall revolve around the sun before you comprehend these rules. Got a minute? Why not? Aldert Gitt, assistant

professor in contemporary history at Oxenfert Academy. Gerald of Riviera, witcher with tenure. I'm looking for a woman, long hair, dressed in black and white. Seen anyone like that? Of course not. Unlike the populous, I know the horse woman of war is pure poppycock. Horsewoman of War. What's that about? Folks say Anne Omen. A beautiful phantom rides the fields at night looks as you described her. Armies follow her and all who cross her path meet with misfortune. I can vouch at the last bit. Know

where they saw her? No facts interest me, not fairy tales. Not a place I'd ever expect to find a scholar. Take it, you're fleeing the war. Quite the opposite, chasing it. I'm headed for the front. Tired of life. I seek knowledge which I value more than life itself. I have a thirst dusty old tombs can quench. I wish to see the Nuf Guardian invasion with my own eyes understand it and record it all in my Chronicle, my Magnum Opus. Take my advice. Go back to your books while you can. War is no game

. No faculty meetings to attend. No tenure to gain. End notes to compile. First soldier you see will kill you. Why would he do that? Me, a neutral civilian, a scholar. Boots. Come again. He'll kill you for your boots. War reached Novagrad yet? Nope, but it's only a matter of time. Nilfgard on one bank, Rodania on the other. Drooling over the city like dogs are a juicy bone. Many are rulers choked on that bone. True. We value our liberty in Novagrad and we know how to fight for it. Mm hmm. The sc

holars especially. The sword is not the only weapon. Do not forget architects from our academy designed the city wolves, wools no war machine has ever crumbled. Gotta go. So long. A moment, which you strike me as a man of the world. Are you familiar with Gwent? No, and I don't have time to learn. But the rules are quite simple. Come, let's play. No, thanks. Got some other things on my mind. Shame. I'd ask the locals but since they can't count to ten, the rules are a complete mystery. Oh, well, I

'm here if you change your mind. Looking for a woman. Like everyone. Not like everyone. And not just any woman. Mine smells of lilac and gooseberries. Dresses in black and white. Two Snapsies. It'll lift your spirits. Fine. I'll have a drink. Can we cut to the chase? You seen her or not? Jennifer of Wengerberg. Never mentioned her name. Yet, you described her perfectly and once I hear something, I never forget. Can't help it. What do you do? Who are you? A manji vagrant. Gone to Rowdeem at your

service. Vagrant, that a profession now? Ah, once a merchant of mirrors. The madding crowd dubbed me master mirror or the man of glass. How do you know Jennifer? What a question. Master Dandelion's balance of course. The only way a humble merchant might hope to rub up against greatness unless that is he's as lucky as I am. And runs into a very patient witcher. It's of Rivier himself. The butcher of Blavican. Recognize me from Master Dandelion's ballads too? To your health. You seen Jennifer? Dee

pest apologies but I must ask, is this about love? None of your business. Yes, as a vagrant, I deserve no explanation. What do you know? Tell me. Before you appeared, it never occurred to me that might have been Jennifer. Who would have thought? Get to the point. An elf guardian scout from the local Garrison saw her. Where? At their camp. She rode in there. Dark of night, black and white, gooseburies and yes, a up. Had a turse exchange where the garrison commander raced off. Where to? I'm not om

niscient. Ask at the Garrison. Thanks. We men of the road must stick together. Perhaps, one day, I'll be in trouble and you'll be nearby to help. Done drinking. Then **** **** Don't want your kind here. Better round up someone else to help. Three of you don't stand a chance against me. Well, I could **** you up by myself. If I had a bag over my head and my hands tied behind. Actually, no, not even then. Chet, Lesh, back off. I'll teach this vagrant a lesson. Man on freak. Not too late to surrend

er. Ricky Soja. You're dead. What? Will you rise across with me? It's Durban now. Those plums are wreaking havoc on the gut. Mandallium's humming. Basic power, it's gotta be. Slow now. Whoa. You're a darkened hatred. Chaos. Echelane dead at the game. Ep Avon. Military camp. No locals allowed without the express consent of the Garrison Commander. I look like a local to you. You look like trouble. Dead wrong. I make trouble go away. I'm a witcher. A witcher. Captain Peter Sagwyn Levi is in the tow

er. Turn right past the gate. You black ones aren't so scary after all. Can even be nice if you want to. Don't get accustomed nordling. To the tower, go. We must requisition the share of your harvest. How much grain will your village give? Whatever you say, your excellency. Look at my hands. Look, see the calluses. These are not the hands of an excellency but of a farmer. So, we speak peasant to peasant. How much can you give? 40 bushels. There'll be more, sir, but our lads, the Tamarians that i

s took from us earlier and. You will give 30, a dad will do. Let us settle on it and I wish to see the transport soon. Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you, kindly. I summoned on the elderman and the Smith, Willis. But it is said he is a dwarf. You are too tall to be him. Gerald of Rivia, witcher. Vatgurn, this explains why I did not hear your footsteps. What do you seek here? Jennifer of Vengerberg, where was she headed? That is a military secret. Haven't thrown me out yet. Haven't called the guards.

So go ahead. What's your price? There is a Griffin in the area. Slay it and then I shall see what I can do. It's a deal. Some questions before I start. Know where the Griffin has its layer? It kept to the Vulpine Woods at first. I sent a patrol there, five young men. A hunter found them two days on. They only recognized them because they wore our plate. Since then, the Griffin has grown bold. Attacks in villages, fields, on the main road. Meaning, it's abandoned its layer. Gonna have to set a tr

ap. I judge from your tone, this will not be easy. What do you require? I'll need bait, a specific herb, Buckthorn. Scent should lure the Griffin from 10 miles off. Buck, Buckthorn, I do not know this but I am not yet fluent in the common tongue. Mm hmm. Probably mastered the basics though. Hands up. Kill them. No, first came idioms. Don't play with fire for example. Go to Tomira, an herbalist. She lives near the crossroads. She will aid you. Need more information about this Griffin. It's sex. W

hy it's abandoned its layer? Shall I bring you witnesses? They won't say anything I don't already know. I need to go where your men died. Look around. What's the name of the hunter who found them? Mislov. He has a hot south of the village very near the wood. Helpful fellow. A little strange though. Tamira and Mislov. Thanks. What do you want? Do not get fooled. Not for me. Make way. Come on. Babo. Master witcher. Who knows what Musting Trails fresh, Hi, You Miss Love? Shh. Hear that? Wolves? No,

wild dogs. Yes, more dangerous than wolves. I'm hunting bigger game. Enough guardians the Griffin killed. Where'd you find them? Ah, I see. You are witcher. That monster slayer they're talking about in the village. Hmm. I'll show you, sure but I gotta kill those muts before they hurt someone. Will you help? That is, if you don't mind blunting your silver blades on em. Blades don't worry me. Time does. I'm in a hurry. I can't fault you for it. Come on then. I'll show you. Griffin, know anything

about it? No, not much. It's not my kind of game. You're his kind though. Survival instincts alone ought to make you care. I walk silent through the woods. No Griffin can hear me nor spy me. It was here. One lay there by the stump, headless. The other hung from a branch, guts splayed stretching down to Watch out for yourself now. I'll be fine. Not the first Griffin I've dealt with. Not likely to be the last either. Hope you're right. Good hunting now. Grounds black, saturated with blood. These p

rints are older and deeper, heavily armored. Theylf guardians probably. I help me. Bad time? Not at all. Hand me the beggar tickets that red bloom well well, one versed in herbs. Probably saying too much but I know a bit for instance that beggar ticks poisonous. In large doses, small ones soothe pain and bring forth pleasant dreams. Which is all I can hope to do for her. Griffin do that to her? Delena, yes, attacked her at night. She was walking in the woods. At night, through the woods in warti

me. Meeting a boy, the young, you know, do foolish things for love? Oons are healing but she will die. Blood's pulling in the skull. Nothing my bruise can do to help. I've agreed to kill the Griffin. No more victims after I do. There will be of course. With the Griffin gone, others will kill in its dead, monsters or men. So, what do you think I should do? Apply your trade but don't think you can change anything. Looking for Buckthorn. Know if it grows anywhere around here? Hmm, bottom of the riv

er where the channel's widest but you do know that once out of the water. It'll stink worse than a weak-old carcass, counting on it. Oh, yes. The Griffin, might have guessed. I was thinking, a few years ago, we had trouble drowners under the bridge. Whole village had to pitch in for a witcher. Who now can afford the bounty on a Griffin's head. Captain Peter Sars, something, something. Ah, good to know the black one's looking out for our welfare. Doubt Emperor Amir cares about you but this captai

n just might. Seems like a decent man. There are no decent men in the army. There are any orders. Not from here, are you? Lot of bitterness in you. Too much for someone who spent her life in a hut in the middle of nowhere. True. And you're in a hurry. Elsewise, you'd not use bait, just wait for the Griffin to attack again. Believe we could have an interesting conversation. Maybe next time. Freak. You Griffin's nest. What remains of it at least? Female. Larvy and her wounds have already hatched.

Been dead at least a week. Heather Griffin must be a male. Deep cuts over the whole body. Not a drop of blood on the beak or claws. Didn't defend herself. Cramped up on her while she slept. Beak tips worn, grey hairs in the coat, ten, 12 years old. Griffins pair off for life when young. Male must be about the same age. Thick shaft, dense barbs. A royal Griffin. Explains why the male I ran into was so aggressive. Hunted the Nelf Guardians down here in the forest first then started prowling the ar

ea. Bones, horse, dog, human, a few months worth. Come on, Roach. The last time I've been down, Jonathan, don't sweat. Lost your key, ma'am. No, not me key. Me pan. Let's always sat there empty. This hurt. That is. Till the night of father battle. A man arrived. Walked right in like tore his own. Was standing at me window. Peering at the goings on. He must avoid me because next I knew, there he was coming my way. So, I grabbed pan for protection, see? But he just asks all polite. Gran, got any b

irch bark by chance, lilac berries or even a few coals? Nay, says I. And you must be right dafter, pesto folk at night with such foolery. But I sees he ain't listening. Just staring at me pan like a magpie at a copper. Lend it to me, Gran. I'll give it back, come on. Well, right baffled for what's he doing frying in the dark but I've got a soft heart so I gave it to him. Fascinating story. Any chance you're nearing the end. A four dawn. Another rode up to the hut but come mourn. Only the first f

ellow left. Locked the door, hopped on his horse, and that were all I saw of him and me pan. Tore old. Black with sought not worth much I suppose but I've no other. Will you help me dearly? Bring an old widow or a pan. I could never break down that door myself. And in truth I'm a fit to go in any road. Such a stench wafting out. Me thanks the other fellow. What that he's lying there. Never taken on a pan contract. Fine, I'll go in. Look around. You should wait here just in case. Should talk to V

isimir. Sweetie. You were to find me pan. Not bother me. Sweetie. You were to find me pan. Not bother me. Got a lump of bread today. It's raining it's pouring and burning me? It's Durban now. D E R V A N. Good man. Freak yield is that the other side of the river. Yes. What is it, Wolf? Got good news and bad news. Good news first. Captain of an elf guardian Garrison knows where Jennifer went. And the bands that we have to kill the Griffin for him. What else could he want from two witches? Go on.

Tell me what you know. Griffin's abandoned its layer. Gotta make a lure. Set a trap. And how's that going? Got the Buckthorn. Ought to work like a charm. Powerful scent. More like stench. City boy. Rotting meat, manure, piss, standard smells of the countryside. Remember Tretigor? Hunting that Zogal in the trash heap. You spent half the next day bathing, scrubbing yourself. How can I forget? You ever going to stop bringing that up? Learn some things. It's a male at its nest in the Vulpine Woods.

The Nelf guardians burned the woods down, killed its mate, smashed their eggs, thought they'd fixed things. It's always the same. Instead of sending for a profession, all they try to do it themselves only end up making matters worse. Fine. If everything's ready, say the word and we'll get to work. I'm ready. No point in waiting. Let's find a good spot to ambush it. Picked one out already. Other side of the stream. There's fields and a grove. Plenty of room and far enough so noone will get in our

way. Good. Meet you there. Let's go. Faster. A stream, amber waves of grain, charming place, perfect for an ambush. I know how to choose em. So, ready? Let's start. Wind's good. Bait scent will spread quickly. Now, all we have to do is wait. Come on. We can cower in the shade of those birches. So tell me, once we find Jennifer, what will he do? Got your eye on a contract? No. I'll go to Caremoren. Little early to settle in for the winter. Snows are a way off, yes. And that's what worries me. No

lfgards cross the pontar in the east. Puts them maybe a week's march from Camorhan. If they reach the valley before snows can cover the passes. Well, we need to cover our tracks, hide our paths. It's Speaking of winter and wintering, think you'll come this year? Maybe. Might bring a guest. That. It's close. Let's go give it a warm welcome. Wait, take this. A crossbow? Wanted in a card game while you run around? Might come in handy. A witcher with a crossbow? We breaking with tradition? Stop talk

ing. Got a Griffin to kill. Watch out. Damn. It's fast. It's about to dive. Don't let it get away. Bleeding. It'll weaken soon. Garmin. You Not bad. Not bad. Though you could stand to improve some things. Man spends his whole life learning. Not a witcher unless he doesn't want to live long. But more on that later, take the Griffin's head to the black ones already our horses. Meet me at the Inn. Gerald, that tunic, you look positively smashing. Ugh, dying to take it off. I'd consider that a propo

sition under different circumstances. One I might even take you up on but we've matters to attend to. Now, do you understand why I'm at Amir's court? Mm hmm. And seems we're in the same boat now. She's really back? No chance he's mistaken. Look, that's more or less what she looks like now or so our agents claim. Our little witch has grown into a young lady. So, they're our agents now? My my. You've clearly settled in quick. Gerald, don't twist my words. I know who Amir is. He started this war an

d its bloodshed. He had my friends killed but I haven't any other choice. So, please, let's not be labor the pros and cons and instead focus on finding Siri. Alright? Right. Amir said the wild hunts after her. I'd find that hard to believe before what happened yesterday. How did they try us down. Because of me. You see, I've spent months searching for Siri using locating spells, Haruspasi, Giamansi, anything, really. I knew the wild hunt might sense it, perhaps even find me but I thought I'd tri

ck them. Well, guess you were wrong. I've sensed them on my trail hunting me for some time. If not for you and Amir's soldiers, they'd have gotten what they were after. I can't risk another encounter like that. It's time to put away the magic, turn to more traditional methods to the best tracker I know. You must find her, Geralt. Before the wild hunt does. So, where's Siri been seen exactly? In two places, Velon and Novagrad. The Trail in Velon is most promising. You should make that your first

stop. Ask for a merchant named Hendrick at the Inn at the crossroads. One of the emperor's agents. He should get in touch with you. That's it. No passwords, secret handshakes? None. Sorry to spoil your fun. Your boyhood fantasies about the crafts of the trade. All we have in Novagrad are unconformed reports, rumors, but there you will have the of our mutual acquaintance. Tris Marigold. Apparently, she's got a cozy flat on the main square. Sure, she'll be delighted to see me. What about you? What

will you do? I shall sail for Skeleger. There was a magic explosion there recently. Blew half a forest down. I believe this had something to do with Siri. I'll be in care trolled. Join me there once you've learned something. Guess this means we need to split up again. Not my preference but I understand. Clock's ticking. It is indeed. So, why don't I teleport you to Vela and get you there at once. Not going to happen. I'll go on horseback soon as I can get changed. Have it your way? Oh and you r

eally look quite dashing in Black Velvet. Think so. Maybe I can have some of my armor lined with it. Good luck, Yen. Same to you and if you wish to what's happened in the world while you and Vessamere roamed the wilderness, talk to Ambassador Vatra, that's him over there. And Gerald, I know it's war time but try not to be a hero, alright? Just check those leads and come back to me in one piece. I shall be waiting. Go. Go. Hey, yeah. Come on, Roach. Oh. Boy. That's it, Roach. Lightning strike. Gr

eat. Sweetie mother. Stable Hey. Zombie's flu tottering about again. Fight. End up with a blade. Oswin. Where's Oswin? Anyone seen him? Believe I saw him heading to the stable. What? Fire, you blind. Nobody willing to put it out. Ain't that simple. Most are afraid. Baron flies into rage. He takes no prisoners. My brother's in the stable. We've got to save him. He'll burn alive. Him and the horses. See what I can do. Hurry now. Quick. Completely bombed. You, you, where do I know you from, eh? Rig

ht. The witcher. Come drink with me. Pail as a ghost you are. I know your wife miscarried. Was that before or after you beat her to a pulp? What the **** are you suggesting? Don't play me for a fool. You've been beating them for years. Finally they'd had enough and fled. Sound about right? Ah They ran from you, didn't they? Yeah. They ran from me, didn't they? Oh. Huh? Look at that. We need to talk. Sit down. You beat them. I never lied a finger on Tamara. Not once. And on Anna. That's another s

tory. She always knew how to spark my eye. You knew they had run away from the start. Yes, I knew. Why didn't you tell me? Wasted my time. Say I had. Say I'd said I had troubles. Couldn't control my wife, my daughter. What kind of flacid prick would you take me for? Gotta admit I do think you're a prick. Not because you couldn't control them but because you drove them away. What? Don't play the idiot. You gave them no choice. Anna and I. It wasn't as it seemed. Seems. Alright, I'm all ears. Tell

me what happened. The truth this time. I'd been soaking myself three days straight. Anna came to me, said they were leaving. I begged them to stay. She refused to hear it. I tried to stop her. She wriggled like an eel. We struggled. She fell. Last blasted thing I remember. Woke up in the morning, breaches heavy with my own piss. A large bump on my head. Sadly, they were gone. Know what that's like, witcher? No. How the **** could you? I was left with nothing. Nothing. Only the bottle. What happ

ened next? Next. It only got worse. I awoke at sunset not knowing how many days had passed. Thought it was all a plowing, drunken nightmare and then I went to the bed chamber but Hannah was not there. Instead, there was blood everywhere. I knew she'd miscarried. My breath short, my throat locked. I need the bed. And saw it. It lay there a tiny thing defenseless on blooded sheets. Dead. And it was my doing. Maybe you're doing maybe not but that amulet she wore could be important or maybe the fact

that she lost it. What did you do with a child? What was I to do? Took it out and buried it. Just like that. Damn you. I gave no thought to a funeral. It was a horror. I wanted it to end. That child had been my dream. I told Anna, the little one, our little one to make things right. Yet, she died before she could be born. Understand, witcher. My child was dead. Get hold of yourself. Men like you, when they break down, look downright pathetic. You're a heartless bastard. Hmm, mutations work then

but here's the good news. Your dead child might help us find the one who's still alive and your wife. What? How? Sometimes miscarried fetuses if they don't get a proper burial turn into botchlings. Into **** what? A cursed creature that draws strength from killing pregnant women. Once it's strong enough, it attacks those who scorned it. But how? How does it know? Blood ties. They're a strong bond. A bond I want to use to find your family. How? One of two ways. Legends claim you can bury a botch

ling under the family's threshold. Perform a ritual and turn it into a lubricant. That's a sort of a hob, a guardian spirit that could lead me to your family. And a other way. We kill it and draw some blood. Take that to the pillar and he does the rest. Do not kill my child. It suffered enough already. Lift the curse that it may finally rest in peace. Whatever we do, we gotta find the botchling first. I'll show you where I buried her and I'll dig the grave at my threshold. If it turns out we can

't transform the botchling into a lubricant, they can bury us in it and the either way. The sooner we resolve this, the better. Best do it tonight at midnight. Then wait here with me. Near midnight, I'll take you to where I buried her. Get word to the common folk. On a stay in their homes tonight and draw a line of salt outside their doors. And try to sober up. Do I take a shovel? So dig up the grave. Take it. You'll need it but not for that. A bit further. Follow me. You give the child a name,

not Why would we? Mistake. Names are powerful seals. Here's the spot. Chose a lovely spot. Damn it, will you relent? I'm plowing now I've done wrong. Good. The graves dug up and empty. What's that mean? Botch things on the prowl. Big rock shot. Hell yeah. Go. Go. Giddyap. Faster. Come on. Faster. Hell yeah. Go. Go. Giddy up. Hell yeah. Got eyes like a cat. Sheep. You catch mighty too. Run roach. Come on, Motion. That's it, Roach. Anyone want to go and jump in pedals? Ah. Run, Roach. Something's

not right going the wrong way. Come on, Roach. Whoa there, Roach. Who's that? Other room. Go on now. What you seek here, sir? Our hut's out of the way. Woeful. We has nothing. We knows nothing. They call you Voytech. They do, Coin, sir. But I've not done a thing. Swear it on the loyals of my youngins. Just need information. Looking for two women, the bloody baron's wife and daughter. Not a soul of being here, sir. Sure, not even passing through. Daughter's medium height about twenty. Her mother'

s thin about forty. Seen them? That's her came at night, right mommy? Quiet boy. Where'd the girl go? Your son said enough. No point in playing dumb anymore. Sorry, sir but you don't look like one of her father's men. Because I'm not. I'm looking for Tamara and her mother. I need to know if they're alive and safe. Tamara is Hoy. She's to my brother's place in Oxenford but missus Anna, that's another type. Though anywhere's better than the crow's perch with a baron. Why? Cuz because he beat her s

ir. Beat missus Anahoy means everyone knew but not a one lifted a finger for the stop it. What happened to Tamara's mother? Were like this. I was awaiting in the old smoke house with horses. The cold as hell and so dark, couldn't see past two elves in front of you. Moon had risen high and still they hadn't come. Began to fear some demon had snatched them but finally, they came forth and we set off towards the river. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gale arose, thought it tear my head off and those da

mn birds, swarms of em corsenor the woods, raising the racket to make your ears bleed. Missus Anas, screamed, bent over into herself. Tamara knelt down, gripped her arms. Toward then I saw it. Fiery marks on her hands. What marks? These, well, like burned on with hot iron on the palms inside. Burned like a cattle brand. I, though these wasn't black scars scabbed over. These hot and glowing as if they burned with raw fire. Fine, what happened next? Grew even darker. Seems someone had put out the

stars. Crickets all went silent of a sudden and then from the woods, a roar. Broke out in a cold sweat and before I could catch my breath, a beast jumped out of the woods, big as a barn with horns and two burning coals for eyes. I thought I was done for. Beast attacked missus Anna's horse ripped its head off, carried her off into the woods. Our horses, mine and miss Tamaras got spooked and tore off willy nilly to the oh reason we escaped. The miss wanted to go back for a mother but my wife plead

ed, said she'd die out there alone. Miss Tamara agreed not to go. Why help them at all? You risk a lot. I did that. Owed miss Tamara. Three moons passed a fever grip my boy. We thought he was done for. Tamara alert it. Brought food and salves. We're poor than dirt itself. She saved my boy. No two ways about it. Me, myself. I'd never dare to help. But my missus told me a time of war and contempt's come. A time of folk gone wrong. We need strip good with good, who stands by oidly does evil as if.

Married a wise woman. Croy in shame we couldn't save missus Anna in the end. Thanks for your help. The lady, she'll be alright in the end, won't she? I'll do what I can to see that she is. We're simple. Come on, Roach. You. Not after. Slow now. Witcher, a word please. What is it? That night when the Baron ordered everyone to lock their doors, stay inside. What did you and the Baron do? Gotta ask the Baron about that. Speaking of which, know where he is. Garden. Spends a lot of time sitting there

, the blade. Drunk? No. Don't drink, don't eat, just sit. Horsinzol. There you are. See the hollyhock there, the violet blooms, brought the plants here from Nazareth. Anna had read some story, insisted on having them, spent hours tending to them, trimming, pruning. She was so content at that. And then, the frilly ones, called birds of paradise in Zerachania. But Tamara called them dragons of paradise. She adored them. I'll never know which blooms would please my second daughter most. Damn shame.

She brought death down on others. The sooner you start thinking of it that way, the better off you'll be. Can't deny that. Doesn't make it any easier to live with though. Got some information about your family. You've learned something? Well, let's go inside. It's a bit chilly out. Any news for me? Your daughter's in Oxenford. What a place is. She alright? In good health, safe. Why haven't you brought her back? Never offered to do that. How do you know she's safe? You see her at least? No, but

I talked to the man who helped her escape and then took her in. Tamara is safe and sound. From what I gathered, she has no desire to see you again. No intention to return. I shall trust some peasant dart. I shall trust whoever it is helped her. I need to know for certain she's safe. Go to her. You must be sure. See her yourself. I can't believe anyone else. That much I can do. I'm grateful. Take this. Pull it enticement and this might prove useful. What is it? A letter of safe conduct. Ever sinc

e the Rodanians took hold of the Pontard Delta, they made it damned hard to get to Novigrad without one. Very well. You were to find them both. What have Anna learned anything? Nothing yet but I'm on a trail. Well, what are you waiting for? For you to tell me about Siri like we agreed. Fine. A word once given. When Siri was on the mend, we took her out on a hunt. Thought a bit of galloping would warm up her limbs gone stiff from so much bed rest. That last of yours. Pure luck in the flesh. To hu

nt down a wild boar that size. Why? Worthy of one of King Fultest feasts where he's still among the living. Sherry, come. I'll haunt should be yours as I see it. Oh, you done well, Lass. Not bad. Not bad at all but who goes ball hunting with a sword? No bow at hand, no spear. My sword was all I had. Well, you brandished it beautifully. Where they teach you that anyway? A Care Moren. A witch's school there, right? But they only took lads as I recall. They made an exception for me. Right. Me to sa

y you're a she witcher. Not entirely. The mutations, I was never subjected to them but everything else I know, I learned from the witches there. Know any of them potions? Not so much, a bit. Cuz you see, at times, I get this pinching back here. Shut it, Igrin. Nobody cares about your backside. A woman could swing a sword. I've known one but never seen a lady mount anything but a cock proper. All tipsy on horseback. Nothing strange on a county bloody mount them sideways. Perhaps you'd care to wag

er. Think you can outrun me on an horse. Naturally, what's the stake? Black mare, the one in the stable. That won't do it all. What happened? You get the jitters? So, why not? The horse is mine. To race the Baron himself. I'd consider it an honor. Oh, that'd be a sight to behold. Would it ever? Done. But if I win, I'd take your sword. Agreed. I'd not drink anymore this night. He'll want your head about you and we start at daybreak. The die dawns. Ready? As ever, first one to the tower. Man chop.

Ha ha. Ha ha. Come on silly. Don't you embarrass us. Kick it. Show how it's done. You're wind, not woman. Worthy of the best horse. The mayor is yours. Thank you. What? Another chance to win. She screamed like a mad woman. In an instant, all had forgotten the wager. Every man ran to save his skin, even worried to break his neck. And they make it. Some, I, others were not so fortunate. But what happened then? I must say witcher. Seen a lot but nothing like this, never. Oh, I know that look. You'

re a fast learner. You know the rest once you find my wife. Working on it. And making piss poor progress. They split up. Hadn't considered that possibility before but don't worry, I'll find Anna too. Can't help wondering why you made a deal with the Nuf Guardians. What could I do? Cast myself at them and die a hero. **** a hero's death. **** death. Rather live as a traitor. Hear long, none will remember it. Tamaria is no more. There's not left to betray. The local Nuf guardian Garrison doesn't l

ook that strong. What of it? Even where I to attack, cut him down to a man, others will come soon. Black ones will flood this land. Take control before long. Sure as we've all got **** they will. How do you wind up here? Just curious. It's no secret. I was a Timarian soldier. My units smashed at the war start. Soon after we'd lost hope of regrouping, driving the foe back. Those who remained wandered north. Others, deserters who merely broken men joined us. We're a snowball rolling down a slope.

By the time we reached Crow's perch, I commanded a sizable force. Just march into the fortress, make yourselves at home. With Nylfgard advancing, the local lord had fled, abandoned the perch. Once this war's over and Nilfgard's victorious, the black ones will grant me a title. All talk of a self-proclaimed Baron will cease. I'm looking for Tamara, the bloody Baron's daughter. Your brother said I'd find her here. Voitak, send you, sir. How else would I know she was here? Wait a moment. I'll fetch

her straight away. You're looking for me and who might you be? My father sent you? Yeah, to see if you're still alive and well. I'm Gerald of Rivia. I'm quite alive and extraordinarily well, Gerald of Rivia. Better than I've ever been in this rotten life of mine and now that you've seen me, I bid you farewell. Wait. We've nothing more to talk about. Got every right to be angry at your father but he's worried about you. I have a right. Thank you kindly. So good to have the approval of his hired

thug and my father worries only about what to get sauced on next. He's no saint, that's clear but he's got the whole province on its feet looking for you. Finding you and your mother seems to me there's nothing more important to him now. I know evil men. He's not one of them. Shame he never showed such concern before, especially for my mother. He made a mistake and knows that. I'm not defending him, just saying that maybe he's come to realize what he's done and what you mean to him. Oh, wonderfu

l. I'll bear that in mind. Did you really come all the way here just to tell me that? I don't mean to cry but I know your mother had a miscarriage. His doing. He shoved her. She fell. That's how it started. We were alone. No one to help. Blood everywhere. Worst night of my life. Sorry. Must have been hard for you both. Mom was in shock. She was raving that it was better this way that she never wanted the charge. Must have had a fever. She was losing blood the whole time. She didn't want the chil

d. Said she'd sooner cut open her gut than bear another child from his seat. Voytech claims your mother had strange marks on her hands and that a monster dragged her into the woods. That true? We were riding towards the river. Suddenly, mom cried out, bent over, almost fell off a horse. I rode up to her and saw something strange. Her hands were on fire and then that creature leaped from the woods. I don't know what it was but it roared so fierce my nose bled. I saw it topple trees. I've never be

en so scared in my life and that that grabbed my mom and disappeared into the woods. I wanted to turn back, go after them but the horses panicked. Now, I don't even know if she's alive. What will you do now? Find my mom. You realize that might not be that easy. Don't worry, I'm not daft enough to believe I can do it alone. I've got some new friends now. Powerful friends. They'll help me. Who are these friends if it's not a secret? No secret. Heard of the Church of the Eternal Fire. A priest help

ed me contact the Rodanian witch hunters. Righteous, brave men. They'll help me. Hence the candlesticks in your room. So you believe in the eternal fire. Once the heat of the fire has set your heart a flame, it gives you strength and leads you down the path of truth for the rest of your life. I hope it'll bless you with its warmth one day. Thanks. Thing is, Fire is tricky. It's easy to get burned. What about your father? Who? Oh, him. I don't care. I won't go back to him. That bit of my life? Fo

rgotten it already. Well, well, you a witcher. Never thought the Baron would stoop to hiring a monster slayer. Though I hear you're good at tracking things down. Glad you know who I am. Haven't introduced yourself though. Gradin, witch hunter in the service of his royal majesty Radovid of Rodania. I'm certain you've heard of us. Rings a bell. If the bloody baron sent you to fetch his daughter, you'd best face it. You will fail in your task. I appreciate your concern but I don't need it. As for t

omorrow, she can make her own decisions. Hmm. Noble of you. A killer for hire abandoning his bounty for the good of another. The hunters and the church of the eternal fire, thank you. So the baron hired a witcher to find his daughter. Interesting. Where are you going to take her? Tamara must rest. She's had a harrowing experience. When the warmth of the eternal fire has restored her strength, we shall see about finding her mother. Before you go, your father asked me to give you this. Clara. Fath

er told you to give me Clara. Funny how he thought to buy me back with a memory. Tell him one gesture could never make up for a ruined childhood. So long, witcher. In spite of all, I'm, well, I'm grateful you gave me a choice. Didn't force me to go back to the tyrant. Hope you know what you're getting yourself into. So long and good luck.