I hate Rience even more than Vilgefortz :realmad:
'You want to know too much, mutant. You call me a stooge? And do you know what you are? A heap of dung on the road which has to be removed because someone prefers not to soil their boots. No, I am not going to disclose who that person is to you, although I could. But I will tell you something else so you have something to think about on your way to hell. I already know where to find the little bastard you were looking after. And I know where to find that witch of yours, Yennefer. My patrons don't care about her but I bear the whore a personal grudge. As soon as I've finished with you, I'm going after her. I'll see to it that she regrets her tricks with fire. Oh, yes, she is going to regret them. For a very long time.'
'You shouldn't have said that.'
The witcher smiled nastily, feeling the euphoria of battle aroused by the elixir, reacting with adrenalin.
'Before you said that, you still had a chance to live. Now you don't.'
'You've already received a present from Yennefer,' he uttered in a hoarse voice. 'Now you're getting one from me.'
- Blood of Elves
