The originally friendly conversation between the passing citizens and the patrolling soldiers suddenly turned into a standoff.
The soldiers who had just been showing warm smiles and talking about 'protecting safety' now had a sharp glint in their eyes.
Vesemir had already taken Ciri from the horse into his arms.
Geralt slightly lowered his head and sighed helplessly.
As the one who broke the earlier harmony, Lann remained calmly watching the squinting soldier.
Faintly, many bowstrings being drawn tight could be heard from slightly further away.
"Smart... truly smart."
A flat, indifferent voice of praise, along with half-hearted clapping, came from behind the squinting soldier.
A short and thin man, with fish-like dull eyes, wearing fingerless gloves, and with daggers and short swords strapped to his boots, belt, and thighs, walked out.
An assassin who does dirty work, Lann and Geralt recognized the type immediately.
The assassin approached Geralt and Lann.
