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"Work," Geralt replied, his cat-like eyes catching the hearth fire.

"Elixirs," Geralt corrected. "They let me see in the dark. They stop my heart from stopping when a troll tries to cave in my ribs." skachat mod na skairim na vedmakov

The air in the Sleeping Giant Inn was thick with the scent of roasted leeks "Work," Geralt replied, his cat-like eyes catching the

He stepped out into the biting cold, a professional in a world of amateurs, ready to find out if dragon scales were as tough as they looked in the stories. They stop my heart from stopping when a

Geralt of Rivia didn't look up from his mug. "Home is a relative term. These days, it’s wherever the monsters are. And Skyrim has plenty."

The stranger, a scarred veteran named Hadvar, sat across from him. "We call them dragons here. Or Draugr. What do you call them?"

"The Greybeards are calling for a Dragonborn," Geralt muttered, pulling his hood up. "But until that hero shows up, I suppose a Witcher will have to do."