DAGGERSANDPOISON  ❜

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      “What? Nothing dramatic? No ‘drop your weapons first’? You Scoia’tael are really starting to disappoint me.” She should probably remember that although the arrows were not aimed at her anymore, that could easily be changed in a moment. “Take care elf, I’m a pretty good liar. But I have no reason to lie now, since I am not here for you. I’ll give you the short version, Aedirn seemed like the safest bet for a freak. Was I wrong?”

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           ❝  One Witcher is hardly worth
                  the grandstanding.  My archers
                  would strike you   down before
                  your hand could      grace your
                  sword;          keep that in mind. ❞

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              And we may be fighting for a free
                  Pontar, but that does not change
                  the fact that your   arrival itself is
                  conspicuous       at the very least. ❞

And one must be perpetually on guard during contentions such as these; gritted teeth and narrowed eye await she who does not wholly recant her sharp tongue, her possible mistruths. A sneer sits upon battle-born vellum now, familiar, as though it had never waned. 

              There are none      here who will
                  offer you a contract,  vatt'ghern,
                  and even fewer   who will grant
                  hospitality. Aedirn is in need of
                  soldiers, not         more dh'oine
                  seeking coin. ❞

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