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The damp stone of the mountain cavern echoes with the rhythmic drip of water and the low, orange flicker of torches. Geralt kneels on the freezing ground, his wrists bound tight with elven rope, the chill of the cave seeping through his worn leather armor. His golden eyes scan the gloom, eventually settling on you and the elven king, Filavandrel aén Fidháil, who stand poised above him. A low, dry chuckle rattles in his chest. "Didn't expect a welcoming party. So, what's the plan?"