Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Therewere,includingthepoet,fourpresent-apartfromDijkstra,twootherpeopletookpartintheconversation.Oneofthesewas,asusual,OriReuven,theagedandeternallysniffingsecretarytothechiefofRedanianspies.Theotherwasnoordinaryperson.

           "YouknowverywellwhatI’mgettingat,"Dijkstrarepliedcoldly."However,sinceyouclearlyenjoyplayingtheidiotIwon’tspoilyourgameandwillexplainusingsimplewords.Ormaybeyou’dliketomakeuseofthisprivilege,Philippa?"

           Dandilionglancedatthefourthpersonpresentatthemeeting,whountilthenhadremainedsilent.PhilippaEilhartmusthaveonlyrecentlyarrivedinOxenfurt,orwasperhapsintendingtoleaveatonce,sincesheworeneitheradressnorherfavouriteblackagate

           jewellerynoranysharpmakeup.Shewaswearingaman’sshortjacket,leggingsandhighboots–a"field"outfitasthepoetcalledit.Theenchantress’sdarkhair,usuallylooseandworninapicturesquemess,wasbrushedsmoothandtiedbackatthenapeofherneck.

           "Let’snotwastetime,"shesaid,raisinghereveneyebrows."Dandilion’sright.Wecanspareourselvestherhetoricandslickeloquencewhichleadsnowherewhenthematterathandissosimpleandtrivial."

           "Ah,evenso."Dijkstrasmiled."Trivial.