Θα μπορούσα να το ποστάρω και σε κάποιο θέμα στο Literature Section, αλλά επειδή this is exactly what these games are all about, ορίστε:
“Geralt,” he said suddenly, “but monsters do exist. Maybe not as many as before, maybe they don't lurk behind every tree in the forest, but they are there. They exist. So how do you account for people inventing ones, then? What's more, believing in what they invent? Eh, famous witcher? Haven't you wondered why?”
“I have, famous poet. And I know why.”
“I‟m curious.”
“People”—Geralt turned his head—“like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves. When they get blind-drunk, cheat, steal, beat their wives, starve an old woman, when they kill a trapped fox with an axe or riddle the last existing unicorn with arrows, they like to think that the Bane entering cottages at daybreak is more monstrous than they are. They feel better then. They find it easier to live.”
“I‟ll remember that,” said Dandilion, after a moment's silence. “I‟ll find some rhymes and compose a ballad about it.”
“Do. But don't expect a great applause.”
Διάλογος μεταξύ Geralt και Dandilion (όπως γράφεται στα βιβλία) στην ιστορία "The Edge of the World" από τη συλλογή "The Last Wish"
