Lady of the Lake (The Witcher, #7)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

‘I knew . . .’ she said quite clearly. ‘I knew that a brothel in Toussaint would be a better fucking way of making a living.’

They were all silent for some time, weighing up in their minds and consciences the various important issues and matters. ‘Let’s have a drink,’ said Dandelion finally. No one protested.