I’m in need of lodgings for tonight.
I sleep like shit too.
What the fuck are you doing here, you old whoreson?
You always were a horse’s arse anyway.
I’ve lived through a dark age and three supposed ends of days. It’s horse shit.
The White Flame will cleanse us all.
Have you tried to cure yourself?
I watched my entire home burn at the hands of another, my family trapped inside.
You don’t seem like a monster to me.
Monsters are born of deeds done — unforgivable ones.
Eager to please, easy to wound.
I’ve seen you piss yourself in a wyvern’s den.
Love and blood. They both possess a mighty power.
I think there’s something wrong with me.
Everywhere I go, people die.
Sometimes I feel like I could burn the whole world.
Fear is an illness.
Facing your fear is not easy, but I’m here for you.
Forget faith, we’ve got power.
Better lost to history than to humans.
You look like day-old shit.
Night terrors are common after battle.
Thieving a thief only makes you the latest thief.
Newcomers always struggle sleeping on their first night.
Scary stories don’t really work on me.
Kids never do what you say.
Should’ve known better than bringing my favourite whores to a witcher den.
You can’t run from the world. You can’t hide from it.
Your stomach is growling loud enough to wake the dead.
What do you call a witcher with no brains?
I want to do what a witcher does.
What is it with men lurking about this place?
I have known many in my time who wanted to be great fighters like you.
Less than perfect means dead.
It is in blindness that we find our true strength.
Hesitation will draw danger to you like fire.
I see your wounds have improved, but your manners have not.
You witchers, you pretend to not have emotions, but you do.
We all have our time in the sun.
What fresh hell did you crawl out of?
I am not having this conversation unless I’m drinking.
Sometimes, legends can be intoxicating.
Goodbye, good luck, good riddance.
And they say witchers are humorless bastards.
The witchers save humanity from extinction.
With a vial of your blood we could protect generations to come.
You don’t get to play damsel in distress, that’s my job.
We can’t kill our feelings.
I’m gonna take pleasure in your execution.
Dreams are powerful omens.
Perhaps we were meant to find each other.
Nice scar, shithead.
Where the bloody hell are we?
Fire fucker?
Sometimes we assume the worst because we fear to hope.
I’m beginning to smell like a Nilfgaardian’s ballsack.
You could hang portraits from my nipples right now.
You’re an expert, how do you get blood out?
Lording is for peacocks and pissants.
When you have power like this, never apologize.
That a perfect impression of you, by the way.
Witchers don’t kill out of fear, they kill to save lives.
I don’t want revenge, I want justice.
What is destined cannot be avoided.
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