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Welcome to the stage, the one, the only, Geralt of Rorvian.

Who would our silver dog be without his witchy seductress, his raven -haired

beauty, Yennefer of Bangaburg?

I wouldn't like to lose you, Yen.

But you have me, Geralt.

It's been a very bad cause.

Please, don't stop on my account.

I thought this was my fantasy.

You are a nightmare.

You're no longer aligned with Nilfgaard.

No longer a tool in someone else's fight.

Much more fun to use than be used.

Don't you think?

Whilst I deeply, deeply envy this, the fight you're avoiding is still

Vilgefortz is hunting mages. How many times have you given this speech?

Sorry? It's rehearsed. I can tell.

I can read you like a book. And this is precious litter to do with Vilgefortz.

You do know how important Ciri is.

You're right.

You're not the first person I've asked.

I'm trying to warn those of us left.

This is a witch hunt, and in my bones.

I know it's all to enact his plan for Ciri.

But who?

I don't know.

But if we work together to kill him, we won't ever have to.

Move on to the next. I don't have time for this.

I don't have hope.

I lost my entire family.

You should understand more than anyone. So kindly fuck off.

I'm afraid I can't do this without you.

At least respect this part.

My senses tell me that we're drawing close.

Of Santa Lara, exactly.

Every part of my brain is telling me we should

reconsider our direction.

The right direction.

Where are they all coming from?

The mirror keeps burning villages.

But the G's have to have somewhere to go.

General.

This might be it.

My family might be here.

The road is long to Nilfgaard.

Every minute counts. Are you sure you want to get into this?

I'm sure.

Remember, we do this fast and we do it clean. Smash, grab, and get the fuck

Valka's first official heist.

Ready to show us what you've got?

Yeah, try not to fuck it up this time.

Oh, thank the gods for your wonderful words of wisdom.

Thank the gods for a rich chip at Valk, okay?

All right, everyone's ready?

Aether, now!

Go, go, go, please!

What in the fuck?

Stay right there. Thunder is going!

Apologies, my lady. Please step outside.

Filthy rat!

I know who you are.

Well, that's funny, because I haven't got the faintest clue who you are.

I am Lady Gilda Adelina Everill -Emingar.

Daughter of the Baron of Cassaday. My father will make you pay with your lives

when he finds you've been laying your putrid hands on me.

My hands feel rather empty.

I want that brooch.

We've got company.

By the state of your dress, your father is a feckless third -rate noble in

Backwater Province, residing over more ghosts than humans.

We have more than you could ever dream, as opposed to your sad little self.

It's clear you've got nothing and no one. Sparker, let's go.

Run along.

Like a good little rat.

We do know you.

You're a fool.

Who thinks the world is safe for you.

But turn your eyes, precious, because life is shit and blood and death.

Falka, come on!

What have you done to me?

Given you your first taste of misfortune.

Adversity to overcome.

You'll thank me one day.

Falka, now!

Good day, m 'lady.

I'll admit this is not where I expected Yennefer's invite to lead me.

Well, don't hold back.

Are you disappointed?

But she convinced you to join the side of good.

No.

Surprised. And you've barely scratched the surface.

Now, get back. What?

Again.

Polymorphia is a delicate art.

Need to restore portals. I cannot think of a less dignified way to travel.

You're welcome.

Let's go see who else has answered Yennefer's call.

Oh, the gods have dropped!

Messiah, it's a pleasure. I... Yes, yes, Philippa.

Of course you are.

Something smells simply intoxicating. You can't.

You with the raven hair. What is that?

Gooseberry? Yeah.

And Lilac.

I'm Yennefer.

Thank you for coming.

Lilac. Yeah.

I will need to take some of that home with me.

Won't be able to keep the men away.

Now, you said there'd be wine.

Yes, this way.

He decided to come.

It remains to be seen if this is in fact the least worst option.

The air in here is tighter than a gnome's arse.

The name's Zymer, and no, you may not touch the beard.

I know you.

You gave him hell at Sodden. Those Nilfgaardians were roasted and toasted.

Thank you for coming.

I would shake your hand, but the last time I touched a ginger, you didn't want

to let me go.

I'll... do my best to resist.

Well, no shame in falling to temptation, love.

That goes for you both.

I thought you were bringing Francesca.

You did not put the Queen of Elves in your cleavage.

Dare you.

My queen.

You've certainly taken a risk bringing Francesca here. Are we really all

supposed to be on the same side now?

Francesca. You must be exhausted.

Why don't you freshen up after your most undignified journey?

So this is how you're controlling Portal?

By Vilgefort's design.

A small demonstration of his great power.

If his goal is to possess Derry, then why not Portal to her?

You'd be wise not to question him. I'm questioning you.

Since the fall of Tor Lara, the girl has been impossible to locate through

magic.

Have you no more to give the cause?

Pathetic!

You were meant to be the chosen one.

I need more.

You're using their chaos.

Finite resource, unfortunately.

Unlike our master, who is self -healing through his own sheer power.

You. There's nothing he cannot do.

Now, take your place at the edge of the portal. Learn from this mission our

method of recruitment.

No, you're bleeding!

Whilst recruiting majors for the cause is important, I... I believe that I can

be of most use here.

Is that so?

Go on.

At Sodden, I chose which mage would be sacrificed

to the fire.

This mage will serve his purpose for a short while.

But he's lacking in true chaos.

Use this, girl.

Her chaos is less refined, but stronger.

Level.

Keep her here.

We may need her.

Everyone keep together.

Whoa. Is that a stench worse than death?

I never understood why survival always manifests itself in boiled greens and a

reluctance to dig the trees.

Witcher, do you really think they'll be able to find their family here?

That's the hope.

Well, boil my balls and call it tea.

If it isn't the walloping fucking bard. And if it isn't...

Yorp? I want to say Yorp. Come here, Yorp.

How are you, my friend?

Good, now.

There's the wolf.

It's good to see you.

And you.

Oh, don't tell me you're traveling around with this fucking wankstein.

Says the shit smear himself.

You two know each other?

What? You think all wolves know each other?

Where's your normal lot of sweet and endearing faces, wolf?

On my way to get them back.

Aye. I know you will, then. Shall we make haste towards that end?

We could use your help. And your... hammer.

Witness the reward.

Boil my balls.

Never lost, always found.

Beata. Beata.

Beata, what's wrong?

She said my sister's here.

Talma. Let's find her.

Come on.

This crowd could turn at any moment. Talma.

Stop. Beata.

Witches are the reason we are in this world.

Our homes fell to Nilfgaard because of them.

I've done nothing wrong. Let me go.

We must purge ourselves of these wanton abominations.

My sister's no witch.

Behold, another insane, wicked bloodline.

Grab her.

Let her go.

Look what the day has delivered to us.

A witcher.

She?

She's the one who bloodied him? With a spell.

It was my fist in his face.

And that was the least you can do to me if you come near me again.

Witch!

Number one!

Can we burn her first?

Yeah, let's burn!

Witch! Shut up!

You don't have the numbers for this fight.

No, we have more than enough to end you.

Solve this with steel.

Become the monster you oppose.

Rather than what?

defeats it.

Your companion is wise.

Good people!

We have a witcher among us who has sworn an oath to protect mankind from

monsters like these girls.

If he will agree to what is obvious to all of us here, we will allow him and

companions to pass freely.

And that's what?

That Talva Vermillion and her sister are witches!

This one feels like years ago, doesn't it?

Another lifetime.

Quite a surprise.

How do I look?

Blonde could be fun for a while.

Yeah? The Baron's high profile.

A move like that could put heat on us.

Listen, we pulled it off. No one was hurt. So what is your problem?

There are no problems.

Lads and lady loves a fact.

Let's find some fun.

Yeah, how am I not already beaten brief at something?

I like your doll.

Thank you.

I've heard there's some sweets around here.

Mm -hmm.

If only we had some... Oh, what did she get?

Thank you, Falco.

Aren't you lucky, eh?

Looks like Falco's got a mind.

She's trouble.

It wasn't Jess.

That's not what I mean.

She's not who she says she is. None of us are.

You left the army.

I lived in a castle, for fuck's sake. But once you're a rat, you're a rat.

I'm trying to look out for you. And I, for you, when I say, fill your mouth up

with ale, cozy up to them juicy tits, and shut the fuck up.

A lady.

Nice try.

She's mine.

It's on when you're there.

I'm glad you had a little fun at the carriage robbery.

I need you to listen to me from now on.

Mm -hmm.

When I say go, it's time to go.

You want me to obey you?

Well, just trust that I know how to get us through.

Well, maybe I do too.

Remember the first time we met?

Yeah. I ate for a week with a coin I pinched off you.

Oh, fair enough.

I wanted to get your attention even back then.

And it worked, didn't it? I don't know.

Oh,

apologies. I heard this crowd. Someone should teach them some manners.

Oh, you absolute scoundrel.

Who are they talking to?

I don't know.

I've got this weird feeling we're being followed.

You are.

We're famous. Oh, my God.

So you don't know him?

No.

We won't get caught today.

We won't get caught ever.

Especially now that you're with us.

Come on.

Stupid game anyway.

We're hated for what we are.

We're being hunted.

By both humans and mages.

By one of our own.

Who seeks power over everyone.

And everything.

There is no future for us if we do not survive this.

We must eliminate Vilgefortz. I share your goal, but how?

We take him by surprise in his refuge.

His home. If we find it.

Even if we do, we're just a handful of leftovers.

With no allies.

Yen, we've lost so many.

And we won't lose more.

I'll provide sanctuary here for all who are with us as we prepare.

If you want us to trust you, Yennefer, be honest.

Your urgency is less about Vilgefort and more about a certain princess. The

blonde one is on to something. I have heard stories of Cirilla of Cintra.

Fairy tales is more like it. No.

We watched T 'Lara collapse under her powers.

We all have powers.

What makes hers so special?

Because Therilla is Hen Ikaer.

Many of you may have heard the story of Lara Doran.

Undoubtedly the human version.

A lie.

Always lies. I would know. Let her speak.

This land, every tree, river, and ocean, belonged to the elves.

And then, the conjunction of the spheres, humans entered our world,

and killing us to claim the land.

Even now, we're seen as blights on your world.

Are we not?

But a great elven sorcerer named Avallac 'h offered us hope.

A key in the form of Lara Doran.

Whose blood promised a new future.

They were to marry.

The mixing of the blood would create a child with the power to ascend to

Saturnalia.

A place we all dream of.

Our celestial paradise.

But instead, Lara fell in love with a human.

And the child could have been seen as a sign of balance.

Peace. Between our people.

Instead, humans murdered her.

Child was taken.

Through generations, we've waited for the power to reappear through her

bloodline. Ciri is her defendant.

Everyone wants Ciri.

To save elves.

To save magic.

To rule Cintra or the continent.

She has the power to do all of those things.

That's what makes her so special.

You're right, Sabrina.

I do want to save Siri.

I love her as a daughter.

But Siri is what we all need now.

Hope.

I had a daughter.

She was murdered as an infant.

But nothing as a pawn for the power of men.

I will help you, Yennefer.

Let's end this witch hunt once and for all.

What say you, witcher?

Confirm the monsters before us.

Geralt, please, help us.

I will name any evil amongst you if I see proof.

Where is the evidence? We are law -abiding citizens.

Of course we have evidence.

Who will testify?

My wife, poor tat, went missing the day she showed up, and I found his bones in

her possession.

Show them!

And a lifted potion.

I was making broth of chicken.

Light boiled the poor fellow alive in a dark ritual.

Indeed, it was a fine, straight beast, white -bellied and proud.

I... Like two chrysoberyls.

Everything you could want in a cat.

Bear witness, my friend.

Speak to what you know of it.

That's the cat.

It's right there, licking its own ass.

Save the way back from the dead!

Impossible!

I'm just like you, trying to survive!

Shut up, witch! This is Carver Vermillion!

You and your sister are sentenced to burn at the stake for witchcraft and

treachery. Stop!

You have proven nothing.

You have no say.

You have literally been trying to get him to say things this whole time.

A monster may have many heads, including ignorance.

If your priest has no evidence, then he must fight for his claim against me.

I'm trial by combat.

There you go.

Your turn.

I want the same, but on this side.

Okay, let's do this.

Falcon, what are you doing?

They're Cassidy's goons.

All right, I've got us into this so I'll get us out.

You've been following us all day.

Nah.

Just you.

Since before Glythwen.

I think you have me confused with someone else.

Come on!

We're not getting caught today.

We're not getting caught ever.

When are we met?

Oh, it's years ago.

Could you imagine that we'd be here?

I saw in you what you could not see in yourself.

And I, you.

Not that I'd be anything but grateful to you for uniting me with my dear

daughter.

How is she adjusting to Novkar?

That's quite well.

Considering she's a fraud.

I cannot believe that you betrayed me.

How quickly you forget.

The only reason you rule Nilfgaard is because I steered you to claim what was

rightfully yours. Where is she?

Cirilla is far greater than you. Power like that could never be yours.

She will, however, be mine.

I am her family.

She belongs with me.

She will be protected from those who would use her to secure their own

And you would not?

I have given you all you need to claim Cintra and expand your rule across the

continent.

It's finally in sight.

Take it.

Lord is uncommonly generous in letting a mage who has deceived him simply walk

away. We could yet stop him. No.

His arrogance makes him insufferable.

But he remains useful.

He said Cirilla will be his.

He doesn't have her either.

If I may, my lord, we could announce your engagement to the imposter girl.

None would be the wiser. Why are you not listening to me?

I will not fuck a peasant from the gutter!

I will not be a false ruler!

My heir will be born of elder blood of my daughter's womb.

Is that clear, Stellan?

In her, your seed will not sprout.

but instead burst into flame.

A son is destined to rule the continent.

Ymir Var Emrys will rule the whole continent.

But to do so, he must first keep the half he already

has. Dare you question your emperor?

No, my lord.

The battle lines are shifting daily.

Cintran holdouts fight for the north.

If we could announce that you are marrying their Cirilla, it will crush

their spirits.

And it will buy us time to find the real Cirilla and fulfill the prophecy.

And it will remind the continent that what... Ever the white

flame desires shall be his.

Go forth with the engagement announcement.

A wise decision, my lord.

I'm not finished.

I will fulfill the terms of the prophecy with my daughter.

You find and you return Cirilla before this wedding of yours.

Or you will meet your end of days in failing me, Skellen.

So how do we find and defeat Vilgefort?

With a bit of help.

I don't have much time.

His operation, it's formidable.

His army, it grows larger by the day.

Spy in the house of Vilgefortz? How exciting. We're gathering mages.

Tell us how we find you.

No, you can't.

The portal they brought me through, it's hidden.

There's so many layers that I couldn't even pinpoint or track it.

Your master called you.

There's someone coming.

Yeah? Master Vilgefortz would like you to select the next sacrificial mage.

As he wishes.

Are we going to be okay?

Are we going to be okay?

If we can't find his keep, we'll bring him to us.

We will fight Vilgefortz here, in Montecalvo.

Rilla is soiled by every manner of depravity across the continent by this

Chosen over a virtuous daughter from one of our ancient houses.

Who are already under attack. Did you hear what happened to Cassaday's

Gilda? Some high -born bitch nearly slit her throat.

Is this what should become of Nilfgaard?

Conquering others is fine.

Conquering us is not.

Ah, great emperor's decision to marry.

Well, we may find the choice distasteful.

Advantages us.

So, why not let this marriage be the noose with which we both

oblige our imperator and hang him?

You would have a stand against him here.

As traitors... Stefan, speak plainly. I have, uh...

come into some information, which, if used correctly, would

destroy an empire.

Choose your weapon.

Nonsense.

You're a trained killer.

What chance do I stand against you? What chance have you given them?

I'll stand in his place, you wrinkled -up poor bag.

I'll do it. I'll pull him of his tongue.

I'll help. If any one of us would.

Wait,

listen. There is no reason for a trial by combat.

We have already prepared a trial by ordeal.

If anyone can remove the horseshoe with no harm to themselves, the girls go

free.

Otherwise they're guilty and will perish.

I'll show you where you can stick your heart to.

This was the idea If I'm not mistaken If

so, I believe the divine judgment is unambiguous How is he doing?

The girls are innocent.

Their defenders are innocent.

And I, just imagine, am also innocent.

Show me your hands.

What sort of devilry is this?

Let's move.

Get the hole. Yep.

I do need you.

What do you want, Valka?

To not be alone.

Is that all?

That's everything.

So you did receive my invitation.

You.

Who's paying you?

Payment is for... for bounties.

What's this?

I guess this is for fun.

Can you still use your signs with two fingers?

No?

I don't think so.

Come on.

I'm not through with you, Witcher!

Apologies for the interruption, Leo.

I have a job for you.

I'm busy!

Get up! Get the fuck up!

He died on me already.

Where's the thrill in that?

Yeah.

There's not many witches left, you know.

This isn't going to need a new hobby.

Really?

Far from your emperor's cunt. He merely let his pet spy go out for walkies, has

he?

Tell me.

Have you ever heard of the rats?

Had a wee run -in with them in Rakhine.

And they got away?

They recently toyed with the daughter of Kazadeh. She described her attacker

as a young woman with green eyes and ashen hair.

Green eyes, ashen hair.

No, I don't remember that one.

Exactly.

My network tells me she goes by the name of Falka.

Highborn accent, fights with immense skill.

More immense skill than this fucker.

I hope so.

She is worth... She is worth a great deal to our emperor.

Finding her would be well worth your while.

Ah.

So, kill the rats and...

bring you this.

Volker. No.

No, no, no.

Kill them all.

Kill them all.

You know?

Kill them all.