"Now that I have made my requests known, it's time for you to carry them out," Retribution said calmly. His gaze stayed locked on Dream as he lifted his teacup — poured and placed by Space — and took an unhurried sip. "We begin with Isobel. I hear you've placed her in confinement within the city. Release her. From this moment, she is under my care."
"We can't do that," Geralt shot back instantly, his tone flat and his expression hard. "She's dangerous. She can't be trusted."
