The Witcher in the Game

I don't crave wealth or fame, status or power.

I want a steed as black as night and as swift as the wind.

I want a sharp sword that shines like moonlight.

At night, I will ride my black horse.

With the sword in my hand, I will cut down all evil.

That is what my heart desires!

Friend, care to pass the flame?

The Night's Watch can't hold the line anymore. Slaanesh's armies have already crossed the border, and Isengard has risen. I really can't pass you the flame!