Well, let's just pray that somebody will give us some by the end of the day... comrade!

A grave of a comrade?

Comrade? I do not have any friends.

War buddies are wonderful to have.

We're not war buddies; more like accomplices in crime.

It's a shame that I must fight a past comrade.

We're compatriots now!

I never doubted you, my compatriot!

Same for "comrades-in-arms", no?

Speaking of rivalries, my dad used to talk about his old war buddy a lot.

Safe journeys, sword-brother.

I just finished giving my old war companion, Berit, a proper burial by fire. Old hard head hated the idea of being lost cold in the ground.

Fine, go. And may you and your soldier buddies hiding in the bushes be victorious in your struggle against Nilfgaard.

Gerd and Henk never returned. Whatever it was, it got 'em. Job's for a professional, clearly, so Kurt and me, we chipped in for a small reward, hoping someone's willing to help the locals, avenge our comrades in the process.