If you won't treat us as friends or equals, we'll do whatever we must to help!

that I met you there."

If the hunters are after Albert, I doubt some merrymaking will distract them.

I don't usually let strangers rummage around my home. Twin swords, though… you're a witcher. You may enter - call that my whim.

If I was talking to a human now, I'd say that every moment we delay brings another death. Thing is, doubt that moves you at all.

Not likely. 'Cept maybe that daft bastard Wolverstone from the "Atropos." A liar, a thief and a bugger, that one. He mighta parleyed with the sea-swine.

One way or another, she's locked away in a secluded wing of the palace, awaiting trial before a court of law. I'd need to get past some guards to see her.

This seems like a really bad idea to me.

You even think of taking something from my house... and I'll kill you.

Maybe so, but healthy paranoia has saved this Sanctuary before, and my gut's telling me that demented little fool is up to something.