Coën (to Lambert): What do you call a witcher with no brains? Ciri: Lambert? Coën: Okay, now she's funny.
Coën (to Lambert): What do you call a witcher with no brains?
Ciri: Lambert?
Coën: Okay, now she's funny.
Ciri: Hunger makes for good sauce. Geralt: Also makes for sh*tty lunges.
Ciri: Hunger makes for good sauce.
Geralt: Also makes for sh*tty lunges.
Geralt: You need rest. Anything else will have diminishing returns. Ciri: Sir Lazlo, he protected me in Cintra, and he said less than perfect means death. Geralt: Your stomach's growling loud enough to wake the dead, if that counts.
Geralt: You need rest. Anything else will have diminishing returns.
Ciri: Sir Lazlo, he protected me in Cintra, and he said less than perfect means death.
Geralt: Your stomach's growling loud enough to wake the dead, if that counts.
Ciri: I should've traded that ring for food. You're right, Clop. Or are you Clip? Gods, what kind of crazy person talks to a horse?
Calanthe: As members of the Royal Family, is it too much to ask that you exercise a modicum of respect? Especially you. This is your duty as king and grandfather. Eist Tuirseach: Grant me leave, my Queen. I am worn from my trip to the Isles. And my bedchamber duties before that. Ciri: Gross.
Calanthe: As members of the Royal Family, is it too much to ask that you exercise a modicum of respect? Especially you. This is your duty as king and grandfather.
Eist Tuirseach: Grant me leave, my Queen. I am worn from my trip to the Isles. And my bedchamber duties before that.
Ciri: Gross.
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