The Witcher: Blood Origin
Sundays on NetflixThe Witcher: Blood Origin Season 1 Episode 2: "Of Dreams, Defiance and Desperate Deeds" Quotes
I can hear you grinding your teeth. Please don’t make me drown you. It would upset the other patrons no end.
Balor
Eredin: The merchants are taking advantage, raising the price of grain.
Balor: Then hand them on the city walls as a lesson to others.
Eredin: They still control the supply lines to the east. Hand them and we lose access to the Dwarven steel we need for our campaigns to the new world.
Balor: What would you suggest we do? Invite them over for tea? Bake them a honey cake?
Eredin: Arrest the guild leadership. Allow the rest of them to continue trading under our terms. Starving citizens are a recipe for rebellion.
Balor: Try it. If it doesn’t work, there’s always the honey cake. Or the hanging.
Eredin: Stories can be put down with steel.
Balor: History is littered with fools who believed the very same. Control the story, control the world.
Éile: Who the fuck are you?
Brother Death: Let’s just say I’m one for a good story. I think that you might be the start of one.
Brother Death: I thought that I was done with killing. Seems that killing isn’t done with me. So I reckon I’ll be joining your little story. If you’d have me.
Éile: How good are you with those cleavers?
Brother Death: Too good.
It’s all about the little things, isn’t it? When you think about it. The little traces we leave behind of ourselves. Our little tells. I could always tell when Gwen had been in a room or crossed a street. That smell of winterberry and lilac. Still don’t know how she did that.
Meldof
Mere tokens beget mere tastes. Transformation requires true sacrifice.
Arid World Being
Eredin: We were so careful.
Merwyn: Sometimes, luck simply casts her lot against you.
Brían: This could be a new beginning.
Eredin: Or our quick end.
Where, oh, where does the young deer run? / Over mountain and valleys / Under winter sun / Oh, where, oh, where does the young fox go? / Over fields, over rivers / Through the falling snow / I am here, I am here / Waiting for my love / By the stars, by the moon / A singing silver dove / Now away, you hunters, with bow and blade / Lest Brokilon Forest take you in her sweet embrace / Away, you hunters with bow and blade / Lest she take you to / The forgotten place
Young Éile
