"I've found a company! ... There's nothing to do but laugh. One who makes verses with a lute. A foul-mouthed female half wild, half dryad. A four hundred year old vampire. And a fucking Nilfgaardian who insists that he is not Nilfgaardian."
"And leading them is a Witcher, sick with remorse, helplessness, and an inability to make decisions."














