The rest of you are merely a bunch of mongrels.

The masses don't stand a chance against them.

The fragments of the rabble.

This era, in which the rabble have bred to excess, has grown far too unsightly.

See that you've culled your numbers by our next meeting.

Captain, do you truly believe Rosa var Attre would train with random clods calling themselves swordmasters? No, the var Attres demand the very best. Thus, we've hired a witcher.