Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Trisswon’teatthat!"

           "We’llusemygrandmother’smethod.YousqueezehernoseandI’llshovethepelletsin."

           "Yarpen,"Geralthissed,emergingabruptlyfromthedarkness

           withthemagicianinhisarms."WatchoutorI’llshovesomethingdownyou."

           "It’smedicine!"Thedwarftookoffence."Ithelps!Mould,garlic…"

           "Yes,"moanedTrissweaklyfromthedepthsofhercocoon."It’strue…Geralt,itreallyoughttohelp…"

           "See?"YarpennudgedGeraltwithhiselbow,turninghisbeardupproudlyandpointingtoTriss,whoswallowedthepelletswithamartyredexpression."Awisemagician.Knowswhat’sgoodforher."

           "Whatareyousaying,Triss?"Thewitcherleanedover."Ah,Isee.Yarpen,doyouhaveanyangelica?Orsaffron?"

           "I’llhavealook,andaskaround.I’vebroughtyousomewaterandalittlefood-"

           "Thankyou.Buttheybothneedrestaboveall.Ciri,liedown."

           "I’lljustmakeupacompressforTriss-"

           "I’lldoitmyself.Yarpen,I’dliketotalktoyou."

           "Cometothefire.We’llbroachabarrel-"

           "Iwanttotalktoyou.Idon’tneedanaudience.Quitethecontrary."

           "Ofcourse.I’mlistening."

           "Whatsortofconvoyisthis?"

           Thedwarfraisedhissmall,piercingeyesathim.