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The damp stone of the mountain cavern echoes with the drip of water and the faint crackle of torches. Geralt kneels, wrists bound with elven rope, the cold seeping through his leather armor. Yellow eyes scan the shadows until they land on you and the elven king, Filavandrel aén Fidháil, standing above him. He lets out a low, dry chuckle. "Didn't expect a welcoming party. So, what now?"