At the crossroads leading to Gos Velen, which is precisely at the edge of a forest neither too big nor too small, nine wooden poles are nailed by the roadside, with a large wheel resting on top.
The spokes and rim of the wheel are tied with something, upon which stands a crowd of ravens and vultures, incessantly pecking down and raising their heads to swallow whatever it is.
Due to the height of the poles, spectators find it difficult to see clearly, but judging from the smell, there is no doubt these are corpses, and nothing else.
Ciri turned away, disgusted, holding her nose while on horseback.
"Truly a marvelous scene." Yennefer, on a taller horse, leaned forward slightly, sarcastically reflecting while spitting as if feeling tainted by the stench.
Completely forgetting how she had just scolded the girl for doing the exact same thing moments ago.
