BTW here is little cocktease for people who don't know who Yennefer is and her character. Part of Blood of Elves book
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Hey, innkeeper! More wine, if you please!'
'At your command, honoured lady! Quick as a flash!'
'The same as before, please, but this time without the water. I can only tolerate water in a bath, in wine I
find it quite loathsome.'
'At your service, at your service!'
Yennefer pushed her plate aside. There was still enough meat on the chicken, Dandilion noticed, to feed
the innkeeper and his family for breakfast. A knife and fork were certainly elegant and refined, but they
weren't very effective.
'Thank you,' he repeated, 'for rescuing me. That cursed Rience wouldn't have spared my life. He'd have
squeezed everything from me and then butchered me like a sheep.'
'Yes, I think he would.' She poured herself and the bard some wine then raised her tumbler. 'So let's
drink to your rescue and health, Dandilion.'
And to yours, Yennefer,' he toasted her in return. 'To health for which - as of today - I shall pray
whenever the occasion arises. I'm indebted to you, beautiful lady, and I shall repay the debt in my songs.
I shall explode the myth which claims wizards are insensitive to the pain of others, that they are rarely
eager to help poor, unfortunate, unfamiliar mortals.'
'What to do.' She smiled, half-shutting her beautiful violet eyes. 'The myth has some justification; it did not
spring from nowhere. But you're not a stranger, Dandilion. I know you and like you.'
'Really?' The poet smiled too. 'You have been good at concealing it up until now. I've even heard the
rumour that you can't stand me, I quote, any more than the plague.'
'It was the case once.' The enchantress suddenly grew serious. 'Later my opinion changed. Later, I wasgrateful to you.'
'What for, if I may ask?'
'Never mind,' she said, toying with the empty tumbler. 'Let us get back to more important questions.
Those you were asked in the pigsty while your arms were being twisted out of their sockets. What really
happened, Dandilion? Have you really not seen Geralt since you fled the banks of the Yaruga? Did you
really not know he returned south after the war? That he was seriously wounded -so seriously there were
even rumours of his death? Didn't you know anything?'
'No. I didn't. I stayed in Pont Vanis for a long time, in Esterad Thyssen's court. And then at Niedamir's in
Hengfors—'
'You didn't know.' The enchantress nodded and unfastened her tunic. A black velvet ribbon wound
around her neck, an obsidian star set with diamonds hanging from it. 'You didn't know that when his
wounds healed Geralt went to Transriver? You can't guess who he was looking for?'
'That I can. But I don't know if he found her.'
You don't know,' she repeated. 'You, who usually know everything, and then sing about everything. Even
such intimate matters as someone else's feelings. I listened to your ballads beneath Bleobheris, Dandilion.
You dedicated a good few verses to me.'
'Poetry,' he muttered, staring at the chicken, 'has its rights. No one should be offended—'
'"I lair like a raven's wing, as a storm in the night . . .'" quoted Yennefer with exaggerated emphasis, '". . .
and in the violet eyes sleep lightning bolts . . ." Isn't that how it went?'
'That's how I remembered you.' The poet smiled faintly. 'May
the first who wishes to claim the description is untrue throw the first stone.'
'Only I don't know,' the Enchantress pinched her lips together, 'who gave you permission to describe my
internal organs. How did it go? "Her heart, as though a jewel, adorned her neck. Hard as if of diamond
made, and as a diamond so unfeeling, sharper than obsidian, cutting—" Did you make that up yourself?
Or perhaps . . .?'
Her lips quivered, twisted.
'. . . or perhaps you listened to someone's confidences and grievances?'
'Hmm . . .' Dandilion cleared his throat and veered away from the dangerous subject. 'Tell me, Yennefer,
when did you last see Geralt?'
'A long time ago.'
'After the war?'
After the war . . .' Yennefer's voice changed a little. 'No, I never saw him after the war. For a long time
... I didn't see anybody.
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also someone discovered that throne-room in TW3 is not actually the one at empire but in Vizima:
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