Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Forgiveme,Wenck,fornotdoingsostraightawaybutmeandmyboyshaveknownGeraltofRiviaforalongtime–we’veafairnumberofsharedmemoriesbehindus.Geralt,thisisCommissarVilfridWenck,intheserviceofKingHenseltofArdCarraigh,themercifulrulerofKaedwen."

           VilfridWenckwastall,tallerthanGeraltandneartwicethedwarf’sheight.Heworeanordinary,simpleoutfitlikethatwornbygreeves,bailiffsormountedmessengers,buttherewasasharpnessinhismovements,astiffnessandsurenesswhichthewitcherknewandcouldfaultlesslyrecognise,evenatnight,eveninthemeagrelightofthecampfire.Thatwashowmenaccustomedtowearinghauberksandbeltsweigheddownwithweaponsmoved.Wenckwasaprofessionalsoldier.Geraltwaspreparedtowageranysumonit.Heshooktheprofferedhandandgavealittlebow.

           "Let’ssitdown."Yarpenindicatedthestumpwherehismightyaxewasstillembedded."Telluswhatyou’redoinginthisneighbourhood,Geralt."

           "Lookingforhelp.I’mjourneyinginathreesomewithawomanandyoungster.Thewomanissick.Seriouslysick.Icaughtupwithyoutoaskforhelp."

           "Damnit,wedon’thaveamedichere."Thedwarfspatatthenaminglogs."Wherehaveyouleftthem?"

           "Halfafurlongfromhere,bytheroadside."

           "Youleadtheway.