Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Yes,whatmorecanbesaid–thetroubadourlovedthetownofOxenfurt.

           Helookedaroundoncemore.Thetwoindividualshadnotmadeuseofthebarber’sservices,althoughtheymostcertainlyshouldhave.Atpresenttheywerestandingoutsideamusicalinstrumentshop,pretendingtoponderovertheclayocarinas.Theshopkeeperwasfallingoverhimselfpraisinghisgoodsandcountingonmakingsomemoney.Dandilionknewtherewasnothingtocounton.

           HedirectedhishorsetowardsthePhilosophers"Gate,themaingatetotheAcademy.Hedealtswiftlywiththeformalities,whichconsistedofsigningintoaguestbookandsomeonetakinghisgeldingtothestables.

           BeyondthePhilosophers"Gateadifferentworldgreetedhim.Thecollegelandwasexcludedfromtheordinaryinfrastructureoftownbuildings;unlikethetownitwasnotaplaceofdoggedstruggleforeverysquareyardofspace.Everythingherewaspracticallyastheelveshadleftit.Widelanes–laidwithcolourfulgravel–betweenneat,eye-pleasinglittlepalaces,open-workfences,walls,hedges,canals,bridges,flower-bedsandgreenparkshadbeencrushedinonlyafewplacesbysomehuge,crudemansionconstructedinlater,post-elventimes.Everythingwasclean,peacefulanddignified–anykindoftradeorpaidservicewasforbiddenhere,nottomentionentertainmentorcarnalpleasures.

           Students,absorbedinlargebooksandparchments,strolledalongthelanes.