The Witcher

You're awake.

And pleasant as ever.

No, witcher.

No news of Nilfgaard or the girl.

And no, I didn't ask.

Ask the wrong question, they'll string you up.

And then how would we have these... lovely daily chats?

Grouse.

Caught especially for you.

I don't want it.

Of course you don't.

Ungrateful twat.

Still won't eat?

You're sure this one deserves your help?

Let us decide that.

Same as we decided for you,

and the Scoia'tael you've asked us to take in.

I will never command you, Milva.

Nor return you to the horrors of your past.

But you do owe a debt.

Keep him alive.

Why is he so special?

You are not the only one who protects lost souls.

Many that do are broken themselves.

I just heard a Nilfgaardian royal carriage has been seen traveling.

How long until Emhyr has her?

Your guess is as good as mine.

- What are we gonna do, Geralt? - Help me up.

All right, take it easy.

- Stop! Stop! Stop! - Let him be, bard.

- Easy... - He broke his back. And look at his leg.

Like I've been saying, you can't leave unless you get better.

And you won't get better unless you let us help you.

You need more healing waters and plenty of rest.

Grouse?

Give me the damn grouse.

Oh, now you want it.

There's a very weird energy between you two.

I don't wanna tell them how to do their jobs or anything,

but are we sure that these healers are...

...qualified?

Hey. Are you all right?

The waters weren't successful.

They're meant for natural beings, not mutants.

Pack up. We leave in the morning.

Good, yeah. Uh, might I suggest we wait

until your leg pus stops visibly oozing first?

You're in no shape to walk across the forest, much less the Continent!

Can you even hold the damn sword?

Are you gonna stop him?

I've been telling him for months he needs to think about himself, not just Ciri.

- Oh, so you're not completely useless? - But I was wrong.

Protecting her, protecting his family, it's who he is.

I'd have to kill him to stop him.

And even in this sorry-arse state,

I'm pretty sure he could snap me like a toothpick, so no.

I'm not gonna stop him.

If he needs my help,

he has it.

So you're both fucking lunatics!

You really think you're ready to go find your girl?

'Cause you'd be dead now.

Let it off!

Go ahead!

Crach an Craite!

Oi, oi, treacle!

So it's definitely you, then!

There's no sign of Ciri in the Eastern Skelligens.

- Any news from the rest of your fleet? - Oh, good!

- I'm not... - She's not dead, I can feel it.

Aye, but the alternative's not much better.

There's a rumor bubbling up in the South that Ciri's heading to Nilfgaard.

Come on!

Well, she'd never go willingly.

Vilgefortz.

An Aretuzan mage gone rogue.

He's taking her to Emhyr.

Listen, the tribunal wants to patter on about peace talks.

If Ciri's siding with Nilfgaard,

we're obliged to join.

- You'd fight for Nilfgaard? - Fuck, no!

At least, not willingly.

But Ciri's also Princess of Brugge and a shit ton more vassals.

Those butterball lords, they won't put up a fight.

If Ciri joins Nilfgaard,

the whole Continent shifts.

I'll get to her before then.

Well, then, maybe this horseshit surrender talk stops.

You know where this Vilgefortz has got her stowed?

Ciri?

Ciri, are you here?

Oh, gods!

What happened here?

These are our girls.

It's worse than Geralt described.

If you're looking for Vilgefortz, he's gone.

- We're looking for Ciri. - Then I'll save you the time.

I've searched the castle. It's empty.

What kind of magic can do this?

- None we've ever practiced. - None like any we've ever seen.

How did we not see it? Who Vilgefortz really was.

Some of us did.

It'll take all of us to reverse this spell.

Together.

They deserve that.

Nissa.

Eva. Elisabet.

May they have peace.

I want to get as far away from here as possible.

This isn't right.

Stay, if you like. I have to get back to Tretogor.

Stop!

We can't just leave them there!

They deserve a proper burial.

To honor them.

To remember them.

Now you're going to remember them.

Berate us all you want.

But these girls were killed here, in Redania.

Vilgefortz did it under your nose.

Yes, and he wouldn't have brought them here

if she had looked after them properly at Aretuza.

You always propped up the Brotherhood, its importance in protecting Chaos.

But with Vilgefortz, you simply propped up the man.

Save your sanctimony. I know I failed. But so did you.

Go ahead and run back to Tretogor.

But do not forget that you were willing to bring the Brotherhood down with your purge.

And why? Not for Chaos. No.

You destroyed whomever so Vizimir would finally see you lurking in Dijkstra's shadow.

You th...

We are partners.

- I can trust Dijkstra. - Yeah, like I trusted Vilgefortz.

But that is the problem with trust.

You have it until you don't.

Please stop.

Every minute that passes, Vilgefortz draws closer to Nilfgaard.

I don't know what he or Emhyr want with Ciri,

but look at what he did to those girls.

We return them to Aretuza.

We give them peace.

Then... we fight.

To make sure this never happens again.

Close the gates!

Move it!

Are you sure about this?

Forward!

Nilfgaard made their play.

Now let's make ours.

Press harder. We must take Dillingen to secure the western front.

Fringilla.

It appears you have returned from the grave just in time. Leave us.

Good day, my lord.

My fighters tell me that

your arrival in Aretuza

helped secure what some may call a victory.

It did.

We succeeded at Thanedd because of the elves, their sacrifices.

It's thanks to them the Brotherhood is in shambles.

The North, however, is still a worthy foe.

We need to secure Xin'trea's ports and gain control of the Yaruga.

Temeria's most critical supply chain. You lose that...

you lose the war.

You need someone. Someone who knows Xin'trea from the inside.

Someone who has Nilfgaard's interests at heart.

So you're proposing that I forgive your past sins and return you to Cintra?

Us, my lord.

Side by side.

Cirilla is on her way home. That's what we all wanted.

And she will reign by your side as intended.

And she...

She needs you here. In Nilfgaard.

So allow me to serve you as Imperial Governor of Xin'trea,

and Francesca... can give her people the home they deserve.

I must say, Fringilla, death, it becomes you.

And I have faith that being Imperial Governor will too.

Especially with the... Queen of the Elves by your side.

I guarantee you won't regret it, my lord.

And thank you for recognizing that we delivered what was promised.

The Scoia'tael deserve peace.

- The Scoia'tael? - Mmm.

No.

You may lead the elves in Cintra, the old, the sick, the ones who... who cannot fight,

but the Scoia'tael, they stay with us.

They know the land so well. They are an effective force in the North.

You mean a dispensable one.

They won't do it.

Not as long as they serve me.

Then disavow them.

Either they die

fighting for us,

so the rest of your... people may live,

or all of your people die

fighting to survive.

The elves have sacrificed so much.

Don't let it be for nothing.

Leave.

Go.

I thought you might be dead, Dijkstra. I swore I sent for you yesterday.

I came as fast as I could.

Yes corpses have come faster, that was the joke.