The Witcher

How may I help you?

We're seeking a girl and a witcher.

Her with ashen hair and patrician countenance.

Him a mannerless, blanched brute.

Master Rience will recompense you handsomely

for illumination as to their whereabouts.

Hmm?

We'll pay if you've seen them.

Step back, Professor.

Ah...

I importune you, benignant sir...

Hmm.

Dear friend, if our time at Kaer Morhen proved anything,

it's that the world is changing underneath our feet.

Days pass, but the threats keep coming, fast and furiously.

Sometimes I wonder if we will ever stop running.

- For your discretion. - Thank you.

There is another ghost that haunts us.

What I did to you.

I know I cannot change the past,

but I will do everything in my power to help Ciri grow her magical skill.

And to help keep her safe.

By proving that to you, maybe trust will find its way back to us.

In the meantime, wish Ciri luck.

It's going to be a long road ahead for all of us.

Your friend, Yennefer.

This was the first lesson Tissaia taught me.

Give it a try.

Dear friend, even in your silence,

I know you're wondering how Ciri's training is progressing.

She has great potential but little talent.

That will change over time.

Someday, she'll be able to conjure something tastier

than the squid you're likely bringing right now.

- Hmm. - Your friend, Yennefer.

You need to focus on your breath.

From here. Okay?

Not again.

Ciri, Yennefer, we're leaving!

Quickly!

Stop!

- Quick, do that. - That side!

Missed them again! Where the fuck are they?

Burn it all down!

For your discretion.

That was brilliant!

Dear friend, it seems that

you and Ciri are thoroughly enjoying our fourth house in as many months,

finding time to bond so delightfully.

I will remind you, though, that you asked, nay, begged me to teach her magic.

Please conserve her energy so that I may properly do so.

Also, less meat, more wine.

- Yennefer. - Hmm.

Success only comes with repetition.

You can do it. Don't give up.

Stay together! Hurry up!

They're just villagers, Geralt.

Let's go.

Yarpen!

You really wanna hide, you'd dye that mop.

No one's lookin' for the Black fuckin' Wolf.

- Hello, old friend. - Don't break my shite!

And I expect payment for my discretion!

Dear friend,

we're so far off the map here that we may never leave again.

Ooh!

Come to think of it,

would that be such a bad thing?

We'll continue magic lessons before the ice melts, I promise.

But for now, perhaps the girl deserves a break.

Perhaps you and I do too.

- Your friend, Yennefer. - Let's go again.

- Again. Ready? - Okay.

One foot...

I can magically intuit your thoughts, Geralt.

You've been wanting to invite me to dinner ever since we arrived.

Have I?

No. But I looked through your window and you have more wine.

And I'm begging for a refill.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Just a bit of this.

- Perfect. - Mmm!

- That one was a masterpiece. - Right.

- Made by chef Ciri. - Open your mouth!

Geralt's favorite food is radish.

Ooh!

We always made that, so at least once...

Wait...

Thank you.

- I'm going to go to bed now. - Okay.

- Good night. - Good night.

Uh. Well...

Good night.

Good night.

Water magic is tricky.

That's what you said about earth magic, and air magic.

Well, you have power like nothing I've seen.

Makes it hard for both of us.

That's enough for today.

Considering the mess I make with every other kind of magic,

how could fire magic be any worse?

Remember Rience.

That look in his eye. There's always a source.

With fire magic, the source is you.

It takes something you never get back.

Your magic?

Yes.

But magic isn't everything.

You say magic isn't everything,

but you were willing to trade my life for it.

You almost lost me to Voleth Meir. You almost lost Geralt.

- It was... - I know.

Well, if you knew, why did you do it?

Because... I'd given up.

But I'll never make that mistake again.

Wish I had more for you, but the Squirrels hit Henselt's convoy.

Look at these. Potatoes the size of gnome nuts.

Did they attack your convoy as well?

I'd like to see them fuckin' try it!

The elves' gripe is with the kings, not us.

They're just trying to soften the North for the grand cock of Nilfgaard.

Nilfgaard gave elves refuge, and now they're fighting on their behalf.

Amazing what people will do when you give them a second chance.

Hold on.

Hold on!

Are you two fuckin' again?

Subtle, Yarpen.

Who would blame you?

Spring's almost here.

Ah, the whole world's wakin' up.

Our Belleteyn festival is just down the valley. You should come.

I'd love to.

- It's not safe. - Bad idea.

No one's asked about me in months.

And everyone will be in costume.

And... I was born on Belleteyn.

Ah! You'd have had a shot at bein' May Queen.

Except my niece's beard is comin' in nice and full this year.

Just say yes, already!

About time for a fuckin' thaw round here.

I promise I'll be safe.

Now see how you like my new pet.

- Hmm! - What is that thing?

I should have warned you before, you elven mutt.

That jackapace is trained to smell your kind from a league away.

Then I've come to the right place.

Show yourself.

Or I open that and you can be its dinner.

I need to find a girl with elven blood.

All my jacky needs is a scent.

Lock of hair, piece of clothin'...

I'll do you one better.

Put that fucking thing away.

How much?

Gage, take your best fighters and head west to Maribor.

Filavandrel, take yours south to Caed Dhu.

She is out there.

Have there been sightings, or are we chasing more rumors?

We don't know

if Cirilla has Elder Blood.

We're basing it all on the words of...

of some mage who came and went just as fast.

You have your orders.

I want to kill them all for what they have done to your child.

Our hope.

But, sister, it is not enough.

My aim has not wavered.

I will find Dol Blathanna.

But how? Where? There is no sanctuary left for elves here.

All will become clear once we have Cirilla. She is our new hope.

Do you doubt me?

- Wake up! Hurry! - Move the carts out!

The others are starting to.

Gallatin and the Scoia'tael, they're back!

- It's not good. - We need help!

Get the healer.

- I need help! - Help!

He doesn't need you to play nursemaid.

He needs you to play soldier.

Fuck.

Leave it! It's spent.

Needed.

Let me know if you plan to start holding weapons back next,

leaving unarmed Squirrels to fight for our freedom.

I told you. I've given you all the fighters I can spare.

We both know that's bullshit.

Your best fighters are running secret missions

to who the fuck knows where, while the rest of us are out there,

following orders, attacking convoys,

doing the work to get our land back.

Doing the bidding of yet another self-important human.

You think I give a shit about that White Flame nonsense?

I give a shit about food in my stomach and a place to call home.

I have plans, and they don't involve dying in the woods because of your selfishness.

- Plans with Nilfgaard? - What don't you get?

If Nilfgaard takes the North, elves are free everywhere.

The whole Continent is our Dol Blathanna.

We tried sharing the Continent for centuries.

If there's to be another genocide, this time, it'll be the humans'.