The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep

Hmm.

- You're not gonna eat that, are you? - I'm starving.

But not that starving.

Good, because that is disgusting.

I'm tracking the monster's scent.

- - I've only seen an Allamorax in books.

And those shoes weren't made for climbing rocks.

Wait on shore.

Uh, I need to be amongst the action to compose a proper ballad.

Besides, I'm more nimble than you'd think.

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- Go! - I told you. I...

Oh my God. What the fuck is that?

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Nothing personal, big fella.

Show yourself!

Have mercy.

That creature means you no harm.

Not say the pearl divers who hired me to kill it.

This isn't the first attack in the area.

It can barely open its mouth.

It isn't eating humans.

It's eating oysters and the divers' precious trinkets inside.

Its only crime is being hungry.

Have mercy.

But I could use a ride.

My children cannot eat because of those humans!

There are no oysters to be found!

I know you're upset, but this is not the answer.

Silence!

We've had peace for too many tides to have it end now.

Let the dark hatreds stay in the past.

This council is doing everything it can to prevent a war with Bremervoord.

You're not acting because your daughter is in love with the prince.

The humans know it and are taking advantage of it.

The humans have moved beyond pillaging pearls.

They hired a Witcher to murder the Allamorax.

Witcher?

If one sea creature is in danger, we all are.

- She's right. - We have to stop them!

Yes, we must fight!

What kind of king are you?

We shall take your proposal into consideration.

Mother, you cannot be serious.

Sh'eenaz, you are young and naive.

If a human's mouth opens,

a lie is bound to come forth.

Perhaps it is time for more drastic measures.

My union with Agloval could bring peace, not conflict.

I agree with my niece.

Perhaps war is not the answer. But a wedding...

Be gone from this place, Melusina.

Our daughter could never marry a human.

Not that you could ever understand

the depth of a mother's love for her child.

Did she just call her barren?

You speak of the past, sister,

but this is about the future of our people.

Yes, our people.

I am still a member of this family and the royal court, Dahut.

Your disdain does not negate that fact.

The only reason you're permitted to live

is because I am keenly aware of that fact, sister.

Leave. Now.

I will go. Willingly.

Do not fret.

But we both know who he loved first.

So let me get this straight. You had the monster right there,

and you just let it go.

The Allamorax didn't kill anyone.

So the humans are lying?

- Could be. - Are the merpeople the victims?

- Not necessarily. - Oh.

- So they're hiding something too? - Maybe.

No, no, no. No maybes. No maybes. There is good and there is bad.

It's that simple.

Just make up your mind and kill something.

Here's our finest spread.

Mm.

Mm.

Ah...

Too bad you can't afford it.

This is just like when we were with that horny bugger

back at the edge of the world.

You're a monster hunter, but only sometimes, apparently.

And with conditions.

A moral code.

We'll get coin another way. Somewhere other than Bremervoord.

Salve to my heart, if not my stomach.

We only came to this latrine of a town to avoid running into you-know-who again.

I don't wanna talk about her.

That violet-eyed witch dictates where we can or can't go

and how foul a mood you're in.

No more Yennefer.

What's the matter. Water not suit?

It's hot, Yennefer, but murky.

Wouldn't be right to send you out on a night like this.

You cover the booze. I'll cover the bed.

All I said was Tretogor's black markets

are for idiots looking to buy miracle cures,

neither of which I thought applied to you.

A fine reminder that you have no idea what you're talking about

or who you're dealing with.

I was hoping to remedy that tonight.

Then another thing you're wrong about.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Have at it.

Look, I'm just saying, your moral code is getting in the way of my eating.

This bread is inedible!

Halfsies?

Hand over the coin you've been earning, then.

Harsh. Harsh, but fair.

So I will make you a deal.

I'll take the first job that comes my way if you agree to do the same.

Codes for none. Coin for all. What do you think?

Oi.

You the Witcher they talking about?

What let the monster go?

You are mistaken...

- Yes, that's me. - Son of a bitch.

A Witcher what won't kill monsters? Whoever heard of such a thing?

Oy! Welcome to me tavern!

But I don't serve ale!

- Get out, you lazy louts! -

- Out! -

Forgive me, but are you Jaskier the Bard?

The Song Don of Oxenfurt? The Crooner of the Continent?

Ooh, never heard those before, but yes, 'tis I!

Looks like there are green shoots of culture among the fertilizer.

What would you like? A signature? A bespoke composition?

A personalized ballad for your lover? Lovers? Lover's lover?

I'm in charge of tomorrow's Imbaelk festival.

Getting a fancy bard like yourself would do wonders.

The king will be there, so we need to put on a good show.

And I pay well.

Now, can I trust you to be sensible during my performance?

The last time I left you alone at a banquet, you ended up with a child.

A Child Surprise, and it's a mistake I won't soon make again.

Ah.

I'll be a tough act to follow. Good thing this lot is going first.

Mm-hmm.

Well, wait. If you like that,