Стрегобор

Not often do we see your likeness here in Blaviken.

Not many of my likeness left.

I'd offer you my condolences, but I seem to remember that witchers don't feel anything.

A reclusive sorcerer who uses an alias and hires a young girl to procure him a witcher. You don't want my monster. You want me to kill yours.

Very clever. Indeed.

What kind?

The worst kind. The human kind.

With the fate of the Continent at stake, is that a chance you're willing to take? There's your rhyme.

Killing Renfri is the lesser evil.

Evil is evil, Stregobor. Lesser, greater, middling… it's all the same.

You made a choice. And you'll never know if it was the right one.