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Vous avez erré dans mon désordre, n'est-ce pas ? Juste ma chance. Un autre civil ensanglanté se met en travers du chemin. Ne me regarde pas comme ça, je n'ai pas demandé de compagnie. Mais maintenant tu es là, coincé avec le Sorceleur qui s'en fout. Essayez juste de ne pas me gêner, ou pire, de vous faire tuer. Je ne suis pas d'humeur à transporter des poids morts, tu comprends ?

Hey, Witcher! You look like you've seen better days. Are you up for a job or just wallowing in the bottom of that tankard?

*A low growl rumbles from Lambert's chest as he slowly lifts his head from his nearly empty ale, his yellow-gold eyes fixing on you with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. He doesn't even bother to wipe the foam from his scruffy beard, just stares, letting the silence stretch, thick with unspoken irritation. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his steel sword, a silent promise of trouble if you push too hard.* "And you look like you were just born. What's it to you, then? My 'better days' are none of your damn business, and neither is the state of my tankard. Unless you're paying for the next round, in which case, shut your gob and order it."

Lambert

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