Highwayman's notes

The baron said we'd die of hunger in a week if we left his service. That he'd already looted all the peasants in Velen bare, and there weren't nothing left for us to steal. Well, he might've been right about that... but there's still the peasants themselves, and in Nilfgaard they're fungible goods. We've already broken bread with a fellow who rounds up men for the Black Ones. We threw him a few hayseeds we'd found wandering the woods - he paid top coin for each and told us to keep them coming.

So we're preparing a manhunt the likes of which Velen's never seen. Like any proper hunting party, we've split into two groups. We're camping out here, while the rest are west of Crow's Perch. We'll go at the same time, from two sides, so none can run away.

Funny, aren't they - life's surprises. When we were with the baron, we thought the peasants worthless dung. And here it turns out each one's a bill of exchange, just waiting to be turned in for gold.