Character: Geralt. Page 3

- Wild dogs are more dangerous than wolves. Because wolves hunt to satisfy your hunger... And wild dogs kill for fun.
- Like people.

- Prefer to live as a traitor?
Yeah, in a minute about it, no one will remember. Temarii no, so, and betray nothing.
Local nilfgaardskogo the garrison is not too strong.
- Well, what of it? Well, will kill these immediately will come next. Black will flood this land. This is as true as what you have in your ass hole.

I was thinking to return the money, - admitted Geralt. But it might arouse suspicion. I gave them solid vidimce word that you have removed from volcolatte curse and completely cured from lycanthropy, now that you're najnormalnije in the world. But such an act should be worth something. If people pay for something means they believe it; what has been paid for, becomes true and legal. The more expensive the better.

And you the easiest way in the world revenge, Jennifer, you can't forget.
I know.
- Then why...
I do not know.

To put it even more briefly, litt in there Neil? was a woman that only a complete idiot could get more than two days. It was interesting that these women, as a rule, ran a crowd of men who are inclined to join in a long term relationship.

- You finally woke up.
- Where are we?
- In the safest place in the camp, buddy.
- Is this a brothel?
Yeah.

Not worth it to die for an idea, especially if it is based on hatred.

Can't be a rule that from which there are exceptions.

They say silence is Golden. Possible. I do not know. Anyway, its the price it is.

I'm not a Holy hermit, not only the good one did in life. But if you have to choose between one evil and another, I prefer not to choose at all.

Easy to kill from a bow, girl. So easy to pull the string and thinking that it's not me, not I, but the arrow. On my hands no blood on the boy. He was killed by the arrow, not me. But the boom didn't dream of anything at night. Let you never dream at night, a blue-eyed Dryad.

Well, that makes me sad... it Kills a mind, that I'm losing you... Well, that's cellular memory. Atavistic remnants of the feelings of the mutant purified from the emotions.

Say that you are pursued by a monster. What are you afraid of? If it will attack you, tell him that I love monsters, protect them and ensure that none of trupoedy the Witcher did not disturb their rest. Oh and if and when this monster will rip you open and eat, so it is monstrously ungrateful monster.

- If I understand correctly, after the third cocks opurity will not. And who will be?
- If all goes right, will be a fourteen year old girl.
- Red-eyed? With subimage like a crocodile?
- Normal girl. But...
- Well?
- Physically.
- The hour is not easier. And mentally? Every day for Breakfast, a bucket of blood? A girl's thigh?