"They say you drink poisons to fight," Hadvar remarked, eyeing the belt of vials at Geralt's waist.
"Elixirs," Geralt corrected. "They let me see in the dark. They stop my heart from stopping when a troll tries to cave in my ribs." skachat mod na skairim na vedmakov
Earlier that day, Geralt had tracked a Hagravan near Orphan Rock. The locals had struggled for weeks, but for a man brewed in mutagens, the beast was just another contract. He had used Quen to shield against her frost magic and Igni to burn through her feathered wings. When the silver blade finally took her head, the Nords watching from the treeline didn't cheer. They whispered of "daedra-spawn" and "cursed blood." "They say you drink poisons to fight," Hadvar