Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Mydaddy,"rattledEverettwithhisteeth,"canswimfasterthanthatman!"

           "Takethechildaway,"growledthewitcher.

           Themonsterspreaditsclaws,snappeditsjaws.LinusPittgrewpaleandturnedaway.

           Baldyshriekedbriefly,chokedanddisappearedbelowthesurface.Thewaterthrobbeddarkred.

           "Pox."Geraltsatdownheavilyonthedeck."I’mtoooldforthissortofthing…Far,fartooold…"

           Whatcanbesaid?DandilionsimplyadoredthetownofOxenfurt.

           Theuniversitygroundsweresurroundedbyawallandaroundthiswallwasanotherring–thatofthehuge,loud,breathless,busyandnoisytownlet.Thewooden,colourfultownofOxenfurtwithitsnarrowstreetsandpointedroofs.ThetownofOxenfurtwhichlivedofftheAcademy,offitsstudents,lecturers,scholars,researchersandtheirguests,wholivedoffscienceandknowledge,offwhataccompaniestheprocessoflearning.InthetownofOxenfurt,fromtheby-productsandchippingsoftheory,practice,businessandprofitwereborn.

           Thepoetrodeslowlyalongamuddy,crowdedstreet,passingworkshops,studios,stalls,shopssmallandlargewhere,thankstotheAcademy,tensofthousandsofarticlesandwonderfulthingswereproducedandsoldwhichwereunattainableinothercornersoftheworldwheretheirproductionwasconsideredimpossible,orpointless.