![]() ![]() ![]() Perhaps the cave’s inhabitants were his intended audience. This time his whining seemed especially loud, as though he were shouting to something in the darkness. So why hasn’t she said anything? “We’re here! And not a moment too soon – my saddle sores were about to incite an uprising.” Dandelion always complained in his performing voice, to make sure his woes registered in the cheap seats. Some kind of magic nearby, or some creature from another sphere. His witcher medallion twitched on his chest. ![]() Riss must have sensed it, too,” Geralt thought to himself. ![]()
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