The stranger, a scarred veteran named Hadvar, sat across from him. "We call them dragons here. Or Draugr. What do you call them?"
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"They say you drink poisons to fight," Hadvar remarked, eyeing the belt of vials at Geralt's waist. The stranger, a scarred veteran named Hadvar, sat