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          ❝ Aedirn has fallen; we shan’t succeed in defending it now. Not while Nilfgaard pillages the remainder of the North.  

The words themselves are poison in a mouth unaccustomed to retreating and relinquishing; tongue shapes them reluctantly, perchance incredulously. Jaw is pulled taut, though better half of beleaguered exposition remains concealed by notorious crimson cloth. Saskia’s order was to turn to Novigrad in search of allies, though I doubt we’ll find anything more than a few thousand tortured souls hoping to do the same.  

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 We must persist.  

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WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE!

THE ELF IORVETH

EXCEPTIONALLY RUTHLESS COMMANDER TO A UNIT OF Squirrels

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