Letter from John of Blackforest

Associated quest

 * Of Sheers and a Witcher I Sing

Journal entry

 * To the Right Honorable Sir Duvall,


 * In accordance with our agreement, I deliver to you a poem extrolling the beauty of your beloved - the noble Vivienne de Tabris. I hereby waive all rights to the authorship of said poem in settlement for the initially agreed amount that shall be deposited in my account at the Cianfanelli Bank.


 * O, call not me to justify the wrong
 * That thy unkindness lays upon my heart,
 * Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue
 * Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
 * Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere, but in my sight,
 * Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside.
 * What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
 * Is more than my o'erpressed defense can bide?
 * Let me excuse thee: ah, my love well knows
 * Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
 * And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
 * That they elsewhere might dart their injuries -
 * Yet do not so, but since I am near slain,
 * Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.


 * With expressions of deep respect and commending myself to you for the future,


 * John of Blackforest