Last night in Crow's Perch. Washed and healed by the local pellar, Ciri is waiting anxiously to be shipped to the highest bidder.
Caged in demeritium, her magic rendered useless, she's visited by Phillip Strenger, in a talkative mood (as is usual with him every time he gets drunk).
"You're a faisty one! I like your type!" followed by some incoherent grunts and some rattling of her cage. "Don't take it personally, I have no bone to pick with you. Plainly business, you know ... " followed by another gulp.
"In a different time and place we could have been friends, you know?" he continued. "But it's too late for that, damn you and your damn stubborness and your damn silly stories".
"Sleep now if you can, tommorow we'll part our ways. It was nice to have you as my guest for as long as it lasted".
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some extra angles, I wasn't sure what to keep and what to discard, so make your choice yourself.
https://i.postimg.cc/hG9q9Zrt/ciri-wheel-12-A.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/jj6GWwxW/ciri-wheel-12-B.jpg
https://i.postimg.cc/85t9H2rN/ciri-wheel-13.jpg