𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍 // 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

✟𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓✟

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"𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬, 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧-𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫"

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That is what is said about the city of Novigrad in Redania. 'Con-man or shady dealer' it says. Is that the right term to use? From the outside it may seem like it. A shadowed person, earning their coin by slaughtering. That can't be good, can it? But who lies underneath? Who lies underneath the con-man or the shady dealer?

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤. 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫