Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Whataboutthelumberjacksshotintheclearing,thetar-makershackedtopiecesattheBeeches,therefugeepeasantsfromtheburneddownhamlets,didtheyhurtthenon-humans?Theylivedandworkedtogether,asneighbours,andsuddenlytheygotanarrowintheback…Andme?NeverinmylifehaveIharmedanon-humanandlook,myheadisbrokenopenbyadwarf’scutlass.

           Andifitwerenotforthesoldiersyou’resnappingat,Iwouldbelyingbeneathanellofturf-"

           "Exactly!"Theknightintheyellowsurcoatthumpedhisfistagainstthetableonceagain."Weareprotectingyourmangyskin,greeve,fromthose,asyoucallthem,oppressedelves,who,accordingtoyou,wedidnotletlive.ButIwillsaysomethingdifferent–wehaveemboldenedthemtoomuch.Wetoleratedthem,treatedthemashumans,asequalsandnowtheyarestabbingusintheback.Nilfgaardispayingthemforit,I’dstakemylife,andthesavageelvesfromthemountainsarefurnishingthemwitharms.Buttheirrealsupportcomesfromthosewhoalwayslivedamongstus–fromtheelves,half-elves,dwarves,gnomesandhalfiings.Theyaretheoneswhoarehidingthem,feedingthem,supplyingthemwithvolunteers-"

           "Notallofthem,"saidanothermerchant,slim,withadelicateandnobleface–innowayatypicalmerchant’sfeatures."Themajorityofnon-humanscondemntheSquirrels,sir,andwantnothingtodowiththem.Themajorityofthemareloyal,andsometimespayahighpriceforthatloyalty.