TEMERIA, ROAD TO VIZIMA
MAY,1272
LILAC AND GOOSEBEERIES
Vesemir: You all right?
Geralt: Mhm. Had a nightmare...
V: About?
G: Take forever to explain.
V: Dawn's some way off. We've got time.
1. I dreamt of Kaer Morhen...
G: Started in the guest room at Kaer Morhen. I was relaxing in the tub, and next to me...
V: Triss?
G: Yennefer. Funny, isn't it? She's never been there. Seemed so real in my dream, though.
V: Was she nagging you about something?
G: Hm. Mhm.
G: True to life, indeed.
V: We'll find her.
1. Then we trained with Ciri...
G: In the dream, I went and found Ciri. Then we trained.
V: Those were the days...Hm, little she-devil.
V: I've trained kids who were faster, stronger - but none had her chracter.
V: Didn't end well, dit it? Your dream.
G: No. The Wild Hunt appeared, attacked Ciri... I couldn't move. Stood there like a stump.
V: It was just a dream.
1. Time to go.
G: Be dawning soon. Time to go.
V: Wait. Show me the letter form Yennefer, might've overlooked some hint in there.
G: Didn't overlook anything. We were meant to meet in Willoughby - that's what she wrote. Meanwhile one army or another burned the village to the ground. All we can do is follow her trail, so...
V: Stop talking for a minute and give me the letter. Well, how about that! It does smell of lilac and gooseberries.
G: You were gonna read it, not sniff it.
V: "We must meet.Soon"..."Willoughby, near Vizima"...Hm, nothing else to guide us there.
V: " What's this postscript? "I still have the nuicorn?"
2. Stuffed unicorn - we used it as a bed once.
G: Stuffed unicorn. Used it once or twice. In certain...situations.
V: Hm! The things young folk get up to these days...
G: Back on topic. How's it look - how far behind Yennefer are we?
V: Two, three days... Trail's fresh. But it looks like it leads towards the main road. Could be muddled there.
V: Wait - hear that?
G: I hear it, I smeel it. Ghouls.
Vesemir: Of course. When armies pass, necrophages follow. Let's go before any more show up.

Geralt: Bird Skull... in black crystal. Why do I think this is Yen's?
Geralt: Ever tell you about this sorcerer I knew? Couldn't stop talking about how useful they are as creatures.
Vesemir: Because you can brew potions from their blood?
G: Heh, no. Because by eating rotting corpses they prevent epidemics.
V: Hmph, Did he know they eat the living as well?
G: No. Really upset him. too... His theory collapsed.
Vesemir: War's not exactly going our way.
Geralt: We have a side?
V: The Northern Realms.
G: Rodovid's Realms, don't you mean? Temeria and Aedirn aare no more.
V: Radovid's pledged to restore the old borders - soon as he wins the war.
G: Believe that?
V: Hmph. Gotta believe someting. It's what keeps us going.

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Vesemir: We going?
Merchant: Help me! Help!
Merchant: Ha-has it gone?
Geralt: Yeah! Come out!
M: Gods! That was colose! I was sure I'd end up like my mare.
V: Provided you got lucky!
G: Your horse died quickly! But griffins like toy with their prey! Eat it, alive, piece by piece.
M: Ahh-ha.
M: You'd...You'd like a reward, I suppose?
1. You don't owe us a thing.
G: You don't owe us anything. You were indeed, we helped.
M: And they call witchers heartless. Say they won't lift a figer without pay.
G: They also say mice are born of rotting straw.
G: Back to the trail?
V: Like I said - leads to the main road and ends there. Muddled.
M: You seek someone?
1. Yeah - a women.
G: Yes, a women, medium height, long, black hair. Seen anyone like that?
M: No. But...
M: There's an inn in White Orchard. Sole one around. Gets its share of travelers, perhaps you'll learn something there.
M: Beside,the innkeep's my cousin,Tell her Bram sent you,she'll treat you like family.
G: Not a bad idea. Especially since that wound needs cleaning.
V: Bah, beast barely grazed me. But sure...Could use a good rye. Nice and cool, you know, straight from a cellar?
G: Let's go.

Geralt: So...a griffin this close to the village? Strange.
Vesemir: My thoughts exactly. In a forest or the mountains,sure, but there? And near the main road?
G: Maybe it's the war. Corpses everywhere, the stench of blood, burnt flesh...Drives mosters crazy sometimes.
V: Men, too.
V: We need to watch ourselves in White Orchard, And we should leave as soon as we learn anything.
Elsa [the innkeeper]: What?
Peasant 1: Take that down before there's trouble.
Peasant 2: That is a coat of arms - the Temerian Lilies! They've a right to hang there!
P 1: This ain't Temeria no more, old man. It's Nilfgaard now.
P 2: My arse, it is!
P 1 :Wha? Withchers...?
P 3: I'll not drink with weevil-arse freaks.
Elsa : Beg your pardon for those thugs.
Vesemir: No need. We're used to it.
Elsa: Folk're jumpy'round here. Armies just pass through, now a griffin's prowlin' about...
Geralt: Mhm. Already had the pleasure.
G: Ran ino your kinsman, Bram.
E: Bram? How is he?
V: Alive. Sends his regards.
E: Master witchers...food and drink on the house. What can I get you?
1. Looking for a woman.
G: Looking for a woman. Raven-haired, violet eyes. Dresses in black and white. Riding in from Willoughby.
G: And , uh, strange as it sounds - lilac and gooseberries, might've smelled that.
E: I've not seen nor smelt such as a lady. Believe I'd remember.
V: Yeah. Especially hard to forget this one.
E: Plenty of travelers about, though, folk from all over. Might be worth your while to ask after her.
4. Thanks. For everything.
E: Master witchers, Would you be of a mind to kill the griffin? Beast's a scourge on our land.
E: Only killed livestock at first, but it's got a taste for human flesh of late. We're afeared to set foot outdoors.
G: If someone'll pay us, won't say no.
G: Help you bandage that up?
V: Please. I'm not decrepit yet.
G: Then I'll ask about Yennefer.
V: Mhm. Just remember - we'd rather not draw any attention.

Peasant 1: Done drinkin'?
Geralt: Mhm.
Peasant 1: Then **** off.
Peasant 2: Hrrk-ptoo.Don't want your kind here.
-3- Back off.
G: Haven't done anything to you. So just calm down.
P 1: Course not...nay,uh...ye done nothin'...
P 2: Whoreson's workin' witchcraft! Get him!
G: Nice meeting you.
Soldier 1: Military camp. No locals allowed without the express consent of the garrison commander.
Geralt : I look like a local to you?
Soldier 2: You look like trouble.
G: Dead wrong - I make trouble go away. I'm a witcher.
S 1: A witcher...?
S 1: Captain Peter Saar Gwynleve is in the tower. Turn right, past the gate.
-2- Got work for me?
G: Guessing you captain's got work for me.
S 1: This is the army, Nording. There is no guessing.
S 2: To the tower. Go.
Captain Peter Saar Gwynleve [C] : How much grain will your village give?
Peasant : Whatever you say, Your Excellency.
C : Look at my hand. Look! See the calluses?
C : These are not the hands of an "Excellency", but of a farmer. So we speak peasant to peasant.How much you give?
P : Forty bushels. There'd be more, sir, but our lads, the Temerians, that is , took from us earlier and...
C : You will give thirty, and that will do.Let us settle on it. And I wish to see the transport soon.
P : Ah, thank you, sir! Thank you kindly!
C: I summoned only the ealdorman and the smith, Wills - but it is said he is a dwarf. You are too tall to be him.
-1- Can't argue with your logic.
Geralt: Very perceptive of you.
G: Geralt of Rivia. Withcer.
C: A vatt'ghern - this explains why I did hear you footsteps. What do you seek here?
G: Yennefer of Vengerberg. Where was she headed?
C: That is a military secret.
G: Haven't thrown me out yet. Haven't called the gurads. So go ahead - what's your price?
C: There is a griffin in the area. Slay it, and then I shall see what I can do.
-1- It's a deal
G: It's a deal. Some questions before I start. Know where the griffin has its lair?
C: It kept to the Vulpine Woods at first. I sent a partrol there, five young men. A hunter found them two days on. I only recognized them because they wore our plate.
C: Since then, the griffin has grown bold. Attacks in villages, fields, on the main road.
G: Meaning it's abandoned its lair. Gonna have to set a trap.
C: I judge form you tone this will not be easy. What do you require?
-1- Gotta gather a specific herb.
G: I'll need bait, a specific herb - buckthorn.Scent should lure the griffin from ten miles off.
C: Buck...buckthorn? I do not know this. But I am not yet fluent in the Common tongue.
G: Mhm. Probably mastered the basics, though - " hands up," "kill them"...
C: No. First came idioms. "Don't play with fire," for example.
C: Go to Tomira, an herbalist. She lives near teh crossroads. She will aid you.
-2- Could use some more information about the griffin.
G: Need more information about this griffin. Its sex, why it's abandoned its lair.
C: Shall I bring you witnesses?
G: They won't say anything I don't already know. I need to go where you men died, look around. What's the name of the hunter who found them?
C: Mislav. He has a hut south of the village, very near the wood. Helpful fellow. A little strange, though.
-3- So long
G: Tomira and Mislav...Thanks.
C: ABCDEFG