Well, let's pray for her, on our way out of town!

I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.

You're the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia! Called it!

Geralt?

What's got your goat?

Oh, they're really alive.

C'mon... you don't want to keep a man with bread in his pants waiting.

Need a hand? I've got two. One for each of the devil's horns.

Welcome my sentence, give to you my penance... gorgeous garroter...

What, you know this woman? Of course you know this woman.

D'you mind if I hop up there with you, it's just that I'm not wearing the right type of footwear.

Charming how everyone wants to get their hands on Roach these days, isn't it?

Yes, yes, yes. You never get involved. Except you actually do, all of the time.

Oh, this is brilliant! Oh, sorry. It's just Geralt's usually so stingy with the details. Uh... and then what happened?

Hello?

Oh, my elder speech is rough I only got a part of that.

Well, that's a bit of an anticlimax.

What was that? Looks like a little cannonball from a... Oh my gosh.

Oh, wow, thank you, thank you so much. First of all you hog all the fanfare, then you go and ruin my courtly reputation.

Yeah well... your jokes are old.