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Yous go first.

Better chance a unicorn's flying out my arse. Think of the bounty.

Might make a pointy horn worth it, eh?

Look at what's coming.

You.

Girly. Yeah, come on. Hand it over. Hey.

Talking to me, your call?

What's this about?

Our priest told us a monster's been roaming this dear elven graveyard.

Think on.

That has nothing to do with us. You said that this was a shortcut to Nilfgaard.

You did not mention anything about an ominous monster graveyard of death.

Ah, at least it's not a bloody battlefield.

These can't be our best options.

Everyone knows you need to ride around a cemetery on a black colt, like that one

there. to sniff out the very worst beast.

Witcher.

Pity for you, then.

I'm not giving you on my horse.

No one's asking you, wench. True, a woman's tears can be used to burn toxic

flesh, but that woman must be pure and untouched.

You don't quite fit the part, love.

Well, you watch it.

You killed him!

You killed him!

Steal our bounty.

Be kind.

Probably.

Hey, you all right, squirrel? Look, are you all right?

She broke my nose.

We do meet an awful lot of odd characters on our path, don't we?

They're not quiet, are they?

We hope.

Well, good luck and good riddance, Game Proof. Thank God, then.

We'll take your luck. You can keep your riddance, you cretin.

Keep an eye out, Percy.

We'll scout ahead and make sure it's safe.

Here we go.

Anything to get Ciri back, right?

Hmm. Oh, I do not like that look.

Uh, is it me?

Or has it gotten dark and cold and somewhat scarier in here?

If there are any ghouls, vampires or ghosts,

Corpses, they should know that I am armed and extremely dangerous.

Do you mind not waking the dad?

Yeah, sorry.

I have a silver arrowhead in case.

Didn't you read the inscription on Mr. Hill? No, what does it say?

Confusion to the horse hands.

Oh, pissy. Any twitches in the old medallion there, girl?

No.

No, in this case.

I love the stories that old graveyards tell, you know? I mean, look at this

Charming bit of doggerel.

Come, knock your head against this stone. Your living time has come and

And with these words, your mortal shell shall meet my fate in fiery hell.

No. We have to help him. It's a wraith. Stand back.

And knock your head against this stone. Your living time has come and gone. With

these words, your mortal shell shall meet my fate in fiery hell.

What are you up to, witcher?

Facing it.

Help Yaskia. Go.

Will I ever see you kill a bee, Twitter?

She wasn't a beast.

That was her heart, consumed by a lifetime of sorrow.

Her suffering is over.

Yeah, yeah.

You all right? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Though perhaps you'll let me choose our direction next time.

If you want to become a rat, Falco, watch and learn.

It all starts with a distraction.

Ah, you're a misbegotten wastrel, Christ -cursed son of a... Shut your trap,

woman! You're an utter and complete waste of skin and bone, you know that!

Well, you two, move along.

And how do you suppose I'll do that? The rotten thing is broken! Because

everything...

like the actors aren't they big heads like this we all play our role what

did you do to get stuck with the worst job so you'd think that but i now know

it's the most important i see everything anything goes wrong anyone's in trouble

i save them

Next, the infiltration.

Our mark is the richest man in town.

So, the tax collector?

Oh, fast learner.

Mitchell, open the damn door.

She's going to get caught.

I'm going.

We've got it.

That's only.

We've it all planned.

Why don't you help us?

Do it then, huh? What are you trying to do, mate? Yeah.

Don't just stand there. Get over here. What?

we see this thing nearly there yeah keep going a bit higher a

bit higher come on strong fella like you should be able to do it now the

execution

I'm going to fuck you.

No.

I'm not going to be part of you. Your head will be naked.

All right?

Spare my life.

We could have some fun.

Best visit you'll ever try.

Why is it taking so long?

Don't worry.

Why am I sat here on my hands? Well, I could help them.

If they need help, we'll know it. That's it.

All done.

All right. Now take your rotten vegetables and that harpy and get the

of here.

Oh, shit.

Where did she go? There's always one thing we've got to be ready for.

A complication.

What the fuck?

Are you all right?

Please.

Please. God.

God, save me.

Inside.

Inside. We've got company.

Ladies,

may I get the door?

And another one for Mark.

It won't hurt!

Falco? What are you doing?

Come on, let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

Come on!

Come on!

It's not going anywhere!

Go, go, go!

Hey!

Why did you do that? Because I'm with you.

Follow my lead.

Nice work, Nicole.

How the fuck did you manage that?

You look good.

Guys, guys.

Where'd they go?

Go, go, go, go, go.

They're gaining on us. Kylie, you're stoned.

It's not lit.

I'm too high for this.

They're almost on us.

Faster, yeah!

Hey!

What are you doing here?

Skipping the pleasantries, I see.

Since when have we been pleasant?

Since needs must.

I'm looking for sanctuary.

For you?

From me?

That's rich.

There's no one else here.

What of it?

With the continent at war.

And... Is he made dead?

I find it hard to believe that you and Dijkstra aren't whispering sweet, self

-serving nothings into the ear of good king... What's his name again?

Radovid. Radovid?

He was even more receptive to my advice than his predecessor.

Rubbish. You've been booted.

This was pleasant.

Now, do shut the door on your way out. I hate draughts.

Kira's dead.

Bilgefortz, he's gathering an army.

Hunting us with an order to join him or die.

An evil army.

Of course he is.

We have no choice but to gather one too.

If only you had listened.

If you had stood with me at Thanex. We were blind.

You weren't.

That's why, despite our rather morbid history, I came to you first.

That's why I'm here.

I don't just need sanctuary.

I need you.

The Yennefer I know doesn't need anyone.

The Yennefer you knew is dead.

The puppeteer without puppet is the fool holding on to some string.

How will you be reborn, Philippa?

You're limping again, Witcher.

Let's rest.

We need to get back to the others.

We've lost the light.

Can you smell that?

And a seed.

Or cinnamon, perhaps.

What's up, Witcher?

Come out.

Oh, dear gods, what now?

Out, Witcher!

You will not be harmed.

I suggest you put away your weapons, good people.

They won't be necessary.

As you can see, I bear no blade.

Neither have I anything on me that might be termed attractive booty.

My name is Emil Regis.

I'm a barber -surgeon.

You smell like an apothecary shop.

Yes. Why were you hiding from us? From war, my friend.

What better place to hide from the...

violent inclinations of the living than here among the dead.

Yes, well, from recent experience, I can attest that the dead are also somewhat

violent. Aye. Are you sure there's nothing else around here waiting to go

bitey -bitey?

I assure you, I am the most frightening thing here.

I have a small cottage nearby where I distill medicines and elixirs.

A spring where you can wash yourself and a hearth to warm you.

Please, I invite you all to return with me there and rest the night.

There are more of us. All are welcome.

Let's keep our eyes open.

Something fishy about this stinking herbalist.

Come in. Come in, please. Make yourselves at home.

Is this an athanor coupled to an alembic, equipped with a rectifying cone

copper condenser? Did you build this yourself?

Indeed. I was attempting to distill, extract the fifth essence.

And, yes, I am a stinking urbanist.

What is that?

That, my friend, is the fifth essence.

And the sixth, I suspect, the seventh.

This is a divine elixir. This is a heavenly mead. This is...

What is it? It's a distillate of mandrake enriched with belladonna and

intoxicants. I'm sure his moonshine is too expensive for us.

I could trade you for a song. No!

You're double the price.

Please, I invite you to enjoy as much as you desire.

With little chance I'd be able to cross the battlefield to sell it in town.

Let's not talk of prices.

Or songs.

Me, if you're offering, just take that.

Sure you're good. Oh,

wow.

That is the best I've ever tried.

Clear.

What the hell was that?

You just threw away every bit of coin we rightfully stole.

Thanks to you, we have nothing.

So we still force for restraint and we all get fucked.

We've got rules for a reason. Well, don't look at me.

The first thing I said was stick to the plan. It's that simple.

I was trying to be a part of... Yeah, but you're not a part of any of it. You

don't understand the consequences of what you've just done. You could tell

Just an idea.

It doesn't matter. We wouldn't have left without Mithril.

When I told you this job was for rats only, I meant them, not you.

Not yet.

Not ever.

Let's choose.

Give her to the guards.

You've considered not being a prick. Enough!

If it wasn't for me, you'd have been captured and killed.

Yeah, I don't know.

Hasn't happened yet, has it? Yeah, we've been here doing this long before you've

glowered onto us.

Glommed. And we'll be here long after your number's up.

Maybe you should reconsider that.

Because we didn't use all the explosives to blow a single door.

We didn't. We're the tax collector.

Out of the window.

We didn't screw up the distraction and jeopardize the escape.

And we didn't forget that saving someone is the most important job.

Yeah, I liked it better when she was mute.

Never mind.

Can we keep her?

Parker, slow down.

You can't just leave.

They're combing the streets for us. I can handle myself.

Clearly. But gods like that favour action over talk.

Come with me then.

Can't you see they're my family?

Oh, no, I'm just a... a fuck.

It's not like that.

You're with us, remember?

I'm trying to take care of you.

I'm sleeping alone

Get

some

rest

I checked on Beata.

She's safely tucked in.

Minerva, my good lass.

You look positively ravishing.

You're drunk. How fun.

Oh, have a drink with a so serious one.

The road has been long.

You deserve some mandrake.

Mandrake? That's kind of a medicine, too, isn't it? It can be.

Bottoms up!

It's a wraith wound, our Lev.

Come, come now.

This wound is much deeper than that, literally.

Seems you turned to magic to heal rather than rest.

I have no time to rest.

How have you staved off infection?

The waters of Brokilon.

Ah, the Dryads.

I've long wished to see the waters at work.

Sometimes they don't.

And your friends?

My traveling companions don't know my condition, and they won't.

Must be a strange existence, living alone in a cemetery.

If you're looking for a story, I'm afraid I'm the most boring of things.

a man with a past.

After a youth spent in dissolution, I decided to dedicate my life to

Study of pain is a particular fascination for me.

Johnny, from pleasure to pain.

It's very poetic.

As a witcher, I'm sure you know quite a lot about the subject.

Although,

Perhaps not for too long.

And what do you mean?

If you do your job well, you will run out of monsters to kill, will you not?

What then for you?

People like to invent monsters and monstrosities.

When they lie, cheat, steal, beat their wives.

They need to believe in a Bane more terrible than they are.

Makes them seem less monstrous themselves.

Until that changes, there will always be a call for witches.

As for me...

This

is Pultus, and...

The mandrake juice I offered earlier will help with the pain.

No one the wiser.

Thank you for your discretion.

I could use some food, friend.

I've been trying to find your little rabbit hole.

Speaking of, is it fresh?

It's conjured.

You once told me that was a waste of chaos.

Things change, don't they?

Like you in the north.

Amir offered me, Cintra.

Imperial governor.

Then you got lost.

A gift from Amir is merely an obligation to further service.

I got tired of being under his thumb, so I got out.

No intention of going back, so do not. Me too.

I won't.

This is about Vilgefortz.

He's recruiting mages to his keep.

And blocking portals to stop us from reaching him there. Now you... You sound

little insane.

We're not friends, Yennefer.

What do you want?

You're Fringilla Vigo.

Your reputation in Nilfgaard was that of a cold strategist, capable of leading a

magical military front halfway across the continent.

Milgriforce would be a fool if he didn't want you on his side.

And he's many things, but he's no fool.

He'll send his mages to recruit you, as he did to me. And you're doing to me.

I'm asking you to say yes.

Find out where his stronghold is, so we can defeat his army.

Kill him. Why?

Why should I put my head in a noose for you?

Hmm?

A Demeritium blade.

You really are insane.

I can look after myself, thank you.

You know, if we take down Vilgefortz, Emma is sure to fall

too.

No more hiding out with rabbits.

Pardon the interruption.

My manners are more attuned to battlefields than ladies' fitting rooms.

Please, take a seat.

You're comfortable here?

Have everything you need?

Yesterday, your reaction to my required leadership in punishing that soldier was

quite frankly disappointing.

Your softness is appropriate to your sex, yet unexpected considering your

lineage.

She was a woman to behold.

I'll be blunt.

You are acting odd.

Was it the mention of the Witcher?

Geralt. You traveled with him. Perhaps you feel some kind of loyalty.

I

knew

him in another life.

In this one, I'm not concerned with his... threat. But if you are his child

destiny, living under my roof, I am concerned about trusting you.

Your Majesty, you can trust me.

Even if your grandmother failed you, surely the witcher taught you how to

and kill.

Show me What

are you scared of?

I don't want to hurt you Try again

If she steps foot out of this room, you kill her. Yes, Your Grace.

The girl has displeased you.

The girl? is not my daughter.

Are you certain, my lord?

My lord.

It seems to me that Vilgefortz must have betrayed you in more ways

than one.

Yes.

You bring him to me.

Now. I will.

I am one of our troops in Bodrog, should I? No, no, no, no.

Fuck the war. The prophecy.

will not work with an imposter.

I need her now.

As you wish.

Hey, well, my friend, you have the constitution of a goat.

You don't want to know that.

None for you.

My health isn't what it once was.

One of the many pleasures I've traded. Three. No.

Definitely. One.

I managed four.

Four arrows at the same time. You never did. I did.

I can show you.

Later.

Okay, gentlemen, ladies.

A toast.

To our host.

Thank you. But more importantly, to finding what pleases us.

Even in these, the darkest of days.

He's tough.

But gets drunk quickly. Dreaming of a shit ton of steel.

Stop him, fuck!

Speaking of, Geralt, have you had any more wild dreams about Ciri?

Has he told you about Ciri, Regis?

She is the child of destiny.

And we are joining Geralt Walking Legend, that he is, across the continent

reclaim her from the white flame Emy of our Emryth himself.

Is that what that does?

To give us strength, loosen our tongues?

I had to know if I could trust you, yes.

But you'll come to know how.

Some say Mandrake juice reveals your deepest issues.

I'm done with wishes.

Yeah, he doesn't, uh, he doesn't do wishes.

He wants a wish for the raven -haired witch. Yeah, ask her.

Most conversations aren't like that.

Thank you.

What the fuck's going on?

They're looking for us. Back door.

Here they are.

The hell is this?

You put the tax collector in his place.

Years of being built so he could shove it up his nose.

You returned our money to us and you won't suffer for it. We can safely get

out of town.

They think we're here.

I'm saying that's never happened before. She didn't just beat the guards, she

brought us admirers.

Yeah, we still have no money. That's going to be a problem. We'll find a way

make up for it, as long as Kay doesn't get too excited again.

Do you remember that time we choked down the stairs and that brothel and done

there? Shut up.

Parker's right.

If she hadn't jumped in, I would have been caught.

You're not seriously suggesting we let her join us, are you?

I sensed her aura before we even found her.

Missiles, the girl with green eyes.

Her fate is tied to ours, I'm sure of it, guys. Well, I love her. She's

crazy. But all the shit she said... She was hurting.

We've all been there. Isn't that why we're rats?

Do the thing.

Cheers.

Do it.

What's all this?

You don't have anything.

Take that.

You don't have anything or anyone.

And you serve no master.

You don't have anything You

don't have anyone

You don't have

any family

You

will always be a stranger

Always a stranger.

Always different.

And always one of us.

I am.

If you want to be.

You serve no master.

You have no family.

You are a rat.

I have no family.

I'm a rat.

Louder. You can do it better than that.

I serve no master.

I have no family. I am a rat.

I serve no master. I have no family.

They're waiting on the road.

You are the last to rise.

Pleasant dreams, I hope.

Forty days have passed since I left Brokkagon, and I've traveled only 50

leagues.

Syria's an MS palace, and I've got about 200 leagues from here.

At this rate, it'll take months to get there.

What do you say to that?

You need to move.

Hmm. If only saying made it so. And yet it was you who recognized that you

couldn't continue without rest or treatment.

I want you to know I won't tell your secrets.

There are few things that belong to a man in this time of contempt.

One of them is the right to keep his own counsel.

Hmm.

I can see that you are a man of restraint.

How long before the leg needs treatment again?

With a war to fight through, not long. Which is why I would like to join you as

a companion.

You'd abandon a life of peace to join me on a death march?

Why?

Even the most solitary beings must eventually find succor.

You understand that better than most. What makes you believe that?

Your entire being is dedicated to finding someone who you fear you failed.

You're Ciri.

You confound me, Barber Sergeant.

For what it's worth, discretion is a value I cherish as well.

Anna, you were gone for so long, I thought something had happened. How's

head?

Don't tell me, fine.

You blacked out for so long after Vilgefortz portaled you from Thanedd.

Here, eat.

How, uh, how, how is everything out there?

Well, there's still no sign of theory.

Which, I can't believe I'm saying this, maybe for the better.

Gives us time to figure out what Vilgefortz is planning to do with her.

answer is in the book.

But it's pre -conjunction, Alvin. It's old and unrecorded history.

The translation alone could take months. You can do this.

You've already decoded how to block portals.

Keep him from finding us. But that's the thing. There's a larger picture I can't

see. Portals are related to Monolith Ridge. We know control time and space.

After what she did at Tor Lara, we know Ciri is connected. But how?

Yes. How?

The question.

If we know what she can do.

We know what he's after.

You keep studying the book. I'll focus on finding backup.

I won't let you down, you know.

Now this is interesting.

Fringilla Vigo.

What a surprise.

She came in during a roundup.

She said she can be of use to you.

Yennefer Vengerberg gave me this.

She wants me to kill you.

And you agreed.

I did.

To her face.

What I really want is to see the last remnants of the Brotherhood dead.

And how will you do that?

By being on the winning side this time.

Your side.

He only sent two last time.

He's getting scared.

Hasn't anyone told you it's not safe to travel alone right now?

Thank you.

Hmm. We could make good use of each other's company.

How many of us are left?

I'm still finding out.

I'm on my way to appeal to the most powerful elf on the continent.

Oh.

She's going to love that.

You're welcome.

There is one more thing, Geralt. If we are to travel together... Did we decide

that?

I will not fly you with Mandrake juice again, you have my assurance.

But as to your dreams... I wrung Emmer's neck until he was dead.

Whatever you dream, pay attention.

Not to the fear, but the joy.

It will lead you.

To where?

To a life well lived.

Until the day you die.

And the fear?

Are you suggesting I ignore it? You've spent a lifetime battling monsters and

men. Fear has become a familiar guidepost to you.

One that has served me well.

Interesting.

I sense in you a deeper desire for balance.

Preserving your own humanity by protecting others, be it your own family

one.

I hear you calling in my dreams.

Through fractured time and elder schemes.

Every step through realms unknown.

Writing songs of blood and bone.

But I swear I'll bring you home I'll keep you safe till end of day

He's faithful in the...

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