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He's waiting for his Zweihänder to be sharpened. Blasted Skelligans take so long...

Late night prayers. Meditation. Recite the ways. The TRUE path. Ask.. for forgiveness. Fasting. The punishment.

Is there such a thing, Butcher?

"By the Flame..." Que an annoyed eye roll.

Frigid.

He didn't say he isn't compensated for troubles. Does.. he not know the true definition of a Knight?

Truth be told. He doesn't expect coin, like his defected brethren.

In your case, yes.

The fact that greed is the root of his profession astounds Ruvarri.

No. He's not. Surprising that he could actually read.

Doesn't he have an actual monster to slay?

A Witcher who is thankful? My, how the times have changed.

A degenerate like him belongs upon a pire. If the volume of his shit brain doesn't snuff it out. What would he be without his.. disgusting mutations?... Hm?

I have fought, slain, slaughtered, and seared. Well, my weapon has. I am just the fire that fuels it.

And may the purity of it's light keep her. Not many have heard the true message.

'Runt'?