Character: Geralt of Rivia. Page 3

- You know, Borg, it's not easy. There is a monster that has mutated only after meeting with the man. They excavated the cemetery, hunting for the trash to settle in the ruins. Lurk people from big cities, from roads, because it is the easiest method of obtaining food. Those I kill. But it happens that the creatures of the same species, live in harmony with nature. In the mountains, in the woods. On these I don't hunt and don't take orders. Although they are the best. Skins, teeth, bones, meat, claws. Blood. For alchemists, wizards, sorcerers, Selivanov, healers. Jewelers. And there are those whom I do not touch, for example, I don't kill dragons.
- But they are the most dangerous...
- No, Borg, everything is simple. Dragons don't attack people. They avoid them, these people hunt dragons.
- Those who prey on the sheep., cows.
- They have, dragon is not a mouse, he eats a lot. People uprooted forests, killed the beast, limited need for life space. What do they do? [Geralt hooked to two mercenary, guards Borg - the Golden Dragon]
- You surprise me.
- Borg, I have this trouble. But tell me, isn't this a miracle of nature? I love dragons, they are full of fire, fly across the expanses. Treasures are just for pure fun. They are not revengeful and not envious. Why did they kill? They are beautiful.
- They will take it as a compliment. Careful, Geralt, they are tireless in the love fights, they like you. You really like them.

- We make a living by what you earn, but earn little. It is some theorem of orders and battles. That's the whole secret.
- But you speak in the name of justice. Fight the evil, fight the forces of order, forces of chaos. You bring order to this world.
- You're doing me, Borg. Look, I may not be human doubt. I am a witch, a geek. But you're right, I have my own rules, and I'll tell you them. I destroy those creatures that attack people and are aggressive and spared those that avoid human contact. They hide from him, they have a right to life. They were here first, do not threaten anyone.
- The original theory, though at variance with the interests of the people.
- The people's interests me a little concerned...
- How so? You're defending them?
- I'm defending their life, not their interests. Their interests and desires is a matter of their own people.. for them, I'm ugly mercenary, blood, soulless witch.

- I understand that you like the Witcher you travel around the world and when you get some monster to kill him. And it is live.
- More or less.
Or you call, say, to special order. And you go and perform.
- Depends on who calls and why. Under different circumstances, but the price is also important. Just that we live.
- 've seen. Not overly ornate. Sometimes do you have times of doubt, there is never?
- You clung to me, Borg, I told you that you did not communicate with me. You're disappointed, right?
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I'm naturally curious. I'm interested in your craft and you.
- If you want to know, I presume not all orders. The Witcher delineates the limits of its possibilities, he is free to assess the risk. I only needed to protect people at risk of death from monsters and other creatures.
- It's a good theory, don't you think? You can be a witch the rest of your life and never to engage in battle.

Little dryads yearn for fairy tales. Like little wizards. Because those and other rarely tells stories at bedtime. Little dryads fall asleep, listening to the sound of trees. Little wizards fall asleep, listening to the pain of the muscles. We, too, burned like the eyes of Breen when we listened to tales of Vesemira there in the kaer Morhen... But that was long ago... So long ago...

Usually, if you have to choose between two evils, I'd rather not choose at all, but sometimes you have to choose the greater evil, to do even a small kindness.

- Did not move. Gonna have to break down.
- Please, a little decorum. With the same success you could stand on the street, hitting a tambourine and yell: "Detlaff, I'm coming for you!"

- You don't! Beautiful sopora banned!
Bitch, bitch, she, and it the spell you put on me?

One naquera to taste.
- You're making soup from the knackery? No wonder they got angry.
One. But the taste is not the same, others have prileteli, I did not call them.
But you put one in the pot, so they got angry.
They also wanted to soup? Jealous?

- You became obidchivy than Ian.
- Don't fall in love.

- You don't happen to play Quint?
And seagulls do not accidentally shit on the rocks? Get the deck, let's see what you can do.

- Listen to the tale.
- Yes well it in the ass.
- There once was a witch, and accused him of killing the king.
- And falsely...
Everything was against him and only one person could help him.
Yeah, Prince charming...
No, captain blue stripes. Unfortunately, the witch did not accept help and he hung up.
- Shit your story.

- Before the Theft was something suspicious?
- Pada...? Pada what?
- Something else. You could have something to see, to smell, to hear...
- Yes, Yes, Bart heard... That... sh-sh-sh... sh-sh-sh...
- Where was heard the hiss?
- Bart heard "sh-sh-sh" in oznake.
- Where?
Well... Where Bart needs to do a lot.

Said that through the week you will hang and see who will have the last laugh.
- What did I say?!
- You said you had a hat on his heifers, something like that.

- Here's another question: why do you sometimes throw me in a fight?
- I do not recall.
- Clear the stump.