va fáill, varh'he

He shares the same conviction as Erland, who watches silently from the shadows: if monsters and foul sorcery ever rise again, knowledge shall stand as humanity’s final bulwark. Knowledge travels farther than brute force, and its light illuminates far broader lands. Someone must take up this duty—even if they fade into obscurity.

Punk Rocker Eredin bréacc glas.

"I must admit, you appearing here... quite the surprise, Witcher. Incidentally, interesting choice of allies. You think Avallac'h is honest with you?"

The elves were not hypocritical, they were honest. A noble, beautiful shell could dazzle like the pressure of the sun, but this beautiful camouflage can be distorted. Able to have an evil intention or mercenary overtones. Elves are not hypocrites. They don't say: 'Look at me, doesn't the beauty of our people have power over your mind? Don't you turn to the sun to warm yourself, but you can't see it?' They say: 'We are cold in our centuries of life. We are not perfect, as it may seem at first glance. We are wise and graceful. We are dangerous.'