"No." The druid, dressed in a seal-skin cloak, said firmly.
"Calanthe has changed her mind. Ciri will no longer continue her engagement to Prince Kristin. She has her own plans. Moreover, because King Aivelle sent soldiers to ambush merchant caravans and framed the dryads, I no longer have any trust in his character, and Calanthe values my judgment greatly."
"We won't even stop at Nashtrog. I'll take the little one straight back to Sintra. Come with us, Geralt."
As the evening slowly darkened, the group didn't manage to reach the next village, so they could only light a campfire by the roadside.
Three demon hunters and a burly druid sat around the fire, speaking in low voices.
Ciri, meanwhile, wrapped in a thick fur, slept deeply by the fire.
Moscow and Geralt were discussing matters regarding Sintra, as well as Ciri.
And Lann, while chatting with Vesemir about the various techniques of demon hunters, kept half an ear on the conversation nearby.
