You carry the witcher's emblem? The stranger reached into his jerkin once more and pulled out a round medallion on a silver chain. It pictured the head of a wolf, baring its fangs. And do you have a name? Any name will do, it's simply to make conversation easier.
My name is Geralt.
Geralt, then. Of Rivia I gather, from your accent?
Of Rivia.
Right. Do you know what, Geralt? This,' Velerad slapped the proclamation, 'let it go. It's a serious matter. Many have tried and failed already. This, my friend, is not the same as roughing up a couple of scoundrels.
I know. This is my job, Velerad. And that proclamation offers a three thousand oren reward.
Three thousand, Velerad scowled. And the princess as a wife, or so rumour says, although gracious Foltest has not proclaimed that.
I'm not interested in the princess,' Geralt said calmly. He was sitting motionless, his hands on his knees. Just in the three thousand.
What times, sighed the castellan. What foul times! Twenty years ago who would have thought, even in a drunken stupour, that such a profession as a witcher would exist? Itinerant killers of basilisks; travelling slayers of dragons and vodniks! Tell me, Geralt, are you allowed beer in your guild?
Certainly.
As I said, your view on religion is known to me, it's never particularly bothered me and, no doubt, it won't bother me in the future. I'm not a fanatic. You've a right to believe that we're governed by Nature and the Force hidden within her. You can think that the gods, including my Melitele, are merely a personification of this power invented for simpletons so they can understand it better, accept its existence. According to you, that power is blind.
Just a little something from this book.
