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               – Flotsam. It was the first time for her being here, at least she could not re-call of ever been here before but since Novigrad got bored and the hate against her kind grew that much that it simply was not safe there anymore. It didn’t took her long until she decided that her adventure of being a Witcher, could not simply end in Velen. The fact that Geralt suggested her to visit one of his – friends – it made this whole situation feel kinda right. “Just walk around, he will find you” he said but for hours now she wandered through the woods of this place and nothing, really nothing happened, a few ghouls were the most exciting part of her journey that far and she was about to just turn around and look for the next village until she sensed this weird feeling crawling up her spine, placing itself into her stomach like a ulcer, a feeling which she did not like at all and gave her goosebumps all over her skin. Someone was watching her. 

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           A morass if ever there was one: Flotsam was incapable of change; a sempiternal and sacrosanct reminder of the folly of mankind. ( So why had he returned? Why subject himself to such loathsome circumstance if only to rescind its worth? ) A brutal reality construed thenceforth: that Loredo ( lecherous cur that he was ) still lived; and if no other would instil divine retribution, the burden would fall unto him. But that which stirred midst the greenery alow was not of his ilk, nor anyone’s, for that matter; hence solitary eye settles on what appears to be a woman         alabaster hair sparks intrigue in its pseduo-familiarity ( and yet Gwynbleidd had never spoke of progeny ). Bow is lowered for the nonce, though apprehension remains stagnant ‘pon countenance withal. 

             A military base hardly seems
               the most advisable     place to
               wander leisurely, dh'oine.   

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             There is little else    here save 
                iniquity and discord, and I’ve
                my doubts that you’ve come
                for either.   

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