"A Witcher from Rivia,"

"What made your hair so gray? Magic? I can see that you are not old. That was a joke. Say nothing. You've had a fair amount of experience, I dare presume?" 

"I have known that for a long time. How, Witcher? Oh, of course, I forgot. Your code of practice. All right. I will make one small comment. Several witchers have been seen here already. Velerad, you have told him? Good. So I know your specialty is to kill, rather than reverse spells. This isn't an option. If one hair falls from my daughter's head, your head will be on the block. That is all. Ostrit, Lord Segelen, stay and give him all the information he requires. Witchers ask allot of questions. Feed him and let him stay in the palace. He is not to drift from tavern to tavern."