Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

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           Vilgefortzsmiledandoncemoreglancedattheletterlyinginfrontofhim.

           "Isthatso?"hesaid."Idon’tthinkso."

           Geraltflinchedalittleandswallowedhard.Theinitialshockofdrinkingtheelixirhadpassedandthesecondstagewasbeginning

           totakeeffect,asindicatedbyafaintbutunpleasantdizzinesswhichaccompaniedtheadaptationofhissighttodarkness.

           Theadaptationprogressedquickly.Thedeepdarknessofthenightpaled;everythingaroundhimstartedtotakeonshadesofgrey,shadeswhichwereatfirsthazyandunclearthenincreasinglycontrasting,distinctandsharp.Inthelittlestreetleadingtothecanalbankwhich,amomentago,hadbeenasdarkastheinsideofatarbarrel,Geraltcouldnowmakeouttheratsroamingthroughthegutters,andsniffingatpuddlesandgapsinthewalls.

           Hishearing,too,hadbeenheightenedbythewitchers"decoction.Thedesertedtangleoflaneswhere,onlyamomentago,therehadbeenthesoundofrainagainstguttering,begantocometolife,tothrobwithsounds.Heheardthecriesofcatsfighting,dogsbarkingontheothersideofthecanal,laughterandshoutingfromthetaproomsandinnsofOxenfurt,yellingandsingingfromthebargemen’stavern,andthedistant,quietwarbleofafluteplayingajauntytune.Thedark,sleepyhousescametolifeaswell–Geraltcouldmakeoutthesnoringofslumberingpeople,thethudsofoxeninenclosures,thesnortingofhorsesinstables.