The Witcher

Colin!

Colin, where is everybody?

Hello?

Hello?

I'm in need of lodgings for the night!

I'm a merchant.

I can pay.

Hello?

-Hello! -

-I'm in need of lodgings for-- -

Kira!

- - Kira!

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-Spare me! -Not today.

Please have mercy--

Take him. Leave me be.

Please!

Yennefer?

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4,000 dead Temerian soldiers,

5,000 dead Kaedwenians,

and at least 20,000 of theirs.

You won't find her in your visions.

She's gone.

Yennefer?

Yennefer...

Yennefer!

Yennefer!

I've seen this.

Stay on the horse.

Where is she?

And who are you to her, exactly?

Is she alive?

We won. Because of her.

She bought us time until the armies arrived.

Was it worth it?

Yennefer.

Can you please tell me who she is?

Doesn't matter.

She's gone now.

Let me go.

Let me go!

I sleep like shit too.

You don't sleep at all.

Makes for fewer nightmares.

Except for the one about the rock troll.

Overly friendly.

Tough image to shake.

What about yours?

The Black Knight has me on his horse...

Cintra is burning.

I'm too helpless to stop any of it.

You escaped.

I was lucky.

I... need to understand some things.

You claimed the Law of Surprise and got me.

Why?

It was payment for a debt.

I saved your father's life.

-From what? -Your grandmother.

She didn't want your mother marrying a...

an outsider.

Your father didn't know what he was giving up.

So...

I'm your destiny.

-Whatever that means. -You're much more than that, Cirilla.

-I miss my home. -Cintra isn't safe for you any more.

Then what about Skellige? I have people there too.

-I'd be safe there. -If you want.

But you'd be married off to the nearest Lord of Bad Breath.

He'd be seeking to claim your throne too.

The food is good there, though.

- Fire! -

- Quickly! - Over here!

I'm the only fuck in here!

Triss!

- - Stay with us!

- -Stay with us!

-Triss! -

She was stable. I don't know what happened.

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-We're losing her. -

Mmm.

-What is it? -There is no sign of Yennefer.

She's lost for good.

And what of my niece?

Fringilla was at the front.

Coordinating the Nilfgaardian attack with the prisoner we took.

She has abandoned all rules of Chaos.

She is lost too, then.

Familial disgrace can wait.

We need intelligence from that prisoner now.

The kings have their blood up. They want to chase Nilfgaard south.

Perhaps we should, since you'd have us be warriors in the field

-instead of advisers in the palace. -You weren't there, Artorius.

We won. But barely.

We do not know the troops that Nilfgaard have in reserve,

where they are reassembling, what they are planning next.

The prisoner.

What do we know?

Our spies don't have much.

Only that he orchestrated the fall of Cintra.

And that he doesn't answer to the generals, only to the emperor himself.

No one's been able to break him.

He will give us everything we need...

if I can have time with him.

We have rules.

She wasn't asking your permission.

- She's awake. -

- Welcome back. -

Wasn't sure you'd make it.

Fuck.

So, what exactly is Kaer Morhen?

It's where witchers go during the winter.

There, we can rest up and heal. Replace armor and elixirs.

It's my home.

How come I've never heard of it?

Because we like it that way.

Why?

There was an attack.

A long time ago, when I was a boy.

Almost wiped us all out.

So now, we like to keep a low profile.

Hmm.

In Cintra, I used to dress up like a boy, just so I could play knucklebones.

We both need to keep a low profile, it seems.

Were you attacked because you're different?

Sure. We can't see the future like you can.

Back on the battlefield, when you saw me and that woman before it happened.

Yes, well, it was... it was more like a dream.

Hazy. It was...

it was weird.

Easy.

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How did you do that?

It's called axii.

It's a calming sign.

Magic. Like... like a druid?

Not really.

We should keep moving.

Oh, thank gods.

Think there's an inn?

Hmm.

-Come on, Roach. -

What is it?

There are no guards.

- Maybe hiding-- - Quiet.

There are no barking dogs, either.

This place never sleeps.

-So what now? -I know somewhere nearby. An old friend.

Stay on Roach.

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