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He
obeyed
.
The
dwarf
lowered
his
axe
and
tilted
his
head
a
little
.
"
Either
my
eyes
deceive
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
or
it
's
the
witcher
Geralt
of
Rivia
.
Or
someone
who
looks
damn
like
him
.
"
The
fire
suddenly
shot
up
into
flames
,
bursting
into
a
golden
brightness
which
drew
faces
and
figures
from
the
dark
.
"
Yarpen
Zigrin
,
"
declared
Geralt
,
astonished
.
"
None
other
than
Yarpen
Zigrin
in
person
,
complete
with
beard
!
"
"
Ha
!
"
The
dwarf
waved
his
axe
as
if
it
were
an
osier
twig
.
The
blade
whirred
in
the
air
and
cut
into
a
stump
with
a
dull
thud
.
"
Call
the
alarm
off
!
This
truly
is
a
friend
!
"
The
rest
of
the
gathering
visibly
relaxed
and
Geralt
thought
he
heard
deep
sighs
of
relief
.
The
dwarf
walked
up
to
him
,
holding
out
his
hand
.
His
grip
could
easily
rival
a
pair
of
iron
pincers
.
Welcome
,
you
warlock
,
"
he
said
.
"
Wherever
you
've
come
from
and
wherever
you
're
going
,
welcome
.
Boys
!
Over
here
!
You
remember
my
boys
,
witcher
?
This
is
Yannick
Brass
,
this
one
's
Xavier
Moran
and
here
's
Paulie
Dahlberg
and
his
brother
Regan
.
"
Geralt
did
n't
remember
any
of
them
,
and
besides
they
all
looked
alike
,
bearded
,
stocky
,
practically
square
in
their
thick
quilted
jerkins
.
"
There
were
six
of
you
,
"
one
by
one
he
squeezed
the
hard
,
gnarled
hands
offered
him
,
"
if
I
remember
correctly
.
"
