Game: The Witcher III: Wild Hunt (the Witcher III: wild Hunt). Page 1

And from dreams of my morning run quickly.
Gooseberry tart
Sweet lilac
Want in a dream to see your curl black,
Violets of thine eyes,
What tears clouding shadow.

They entered the house. I say: people out. And they snap, crackle my stones. Here I am smack!
- If it was, as you say, they do run into trouble... I forgive you. This time. But if you kill another person, I'll come back and cut off your head. Understand?
- No. A lot of words. Headache.
- So, again... If you have people whack, I'm whack, boom, boom.
And, I'm not slash.

- About the monsters, we didn't agree, that's not fair.
- Did you like it? Well, than rich and happy. Remember, you need to find me, until the time came. Bad you out. Remember. you can still surrender. I think, you'll never find me, never.
- Damn you O Dim!
- You didn't think. the answer will be so simple. One - zero in my favor.
- The sound of water behind the wall. Hush, hush. If I destroy the wall, it will flow in here in the pool. Here it is a Mirror, got it! Go away, you lost!

Grace for body and soul. You will always have food and drink in abundance... Your body will be nimble as ever. Of thought - lightning fast. Your passion will enchant any woman. But first of all, I'm offering you a real adventure. You will experience that this worry only to the elite. This is not a magical hocus-pocus, it's a real skill to make the unreal a reality.

The contract is signed and is valid. I would never cheat. If the contract was not beneficial to people now, they would not have entered into.

Those who know my true name, either dead or their fate was much worse. And I still need you.

Tell me... How do you do it? Play then the flute, paint painting scenery with unicorns during mating season, build different towers with flowers, zawitoski. And then kill us. Without batting an eye. Without any remorse. How?
Do people feel remorse when you kill elves? Dwarves? Dryads? We are just like you... Because you still believe that we are better than others.

How to call a sheep... Kitty? The chick-chick? Hey, sheep! Come on. We hunt belohvost.

Home is not a place where you can lock and a key. To find a real home, sometimes you have to go a long way.

Here you are, gathered in front of me... fear... trembling... Children pressed to his chest... Kings betrayed you, and you appealed to the gods! But you do not pray, do not fall to your knees, strewing ashes on his head. No, you whine: "Why have the Gods left us?"... Night - Hour of the Sword and Ax! In this war no one will help us. Night - Hour Of Madness, The Time Of Contempt!

Want to know why I have such big hands, my child? I'll tell you a secret exercise.

Love is not always poetry. Sometimes it is surprisingly prosaic.

- I give people what they ask for. You can say that I grant wishes.
And inveigle people into trouble.
- It's not me, but only their own desires in all its glory. I'm being honest. I give people only what they want. If they want things unworthy, so just because that is their rotten nature.

Women are very simple. The only problem is that men are complete fools.