Having been poisoned during the council meeting, Saskia was dying, and nearly everyone who supported her cause now prayed for her health. One of the ingredients needed for the Dragonslayer's cure was a magical artifact, an item radiating powerful energy. The sorceress Philippa Eilhart could not just create one on the fly, and time was against them. So the witcher with you headed outside to ask around the town about magical Intersections, ruins, legends of any treasure – in a word, about places where he could find an item of the kind he needed. You suggested that the artifact might be strong dreams. For a long time, Cecil Burdon refused to open the gate to the harpy lair. The harpy lair was full of dreams encased in crystals. He had only to find the one with the strongest magical aura.

While Geralt was paving the way between the harpies and looking for a magical artifact in their lair, you accidentally found a crystal with Iorveth's dream. A dream in which you were, Saskia's annoying advisor and a pain in his elven ass as he talked about it. Then why did he have dreams about holding you in his arms on a bed in a cozy tavern room?

When the witcher finished his work, having found a suitable magical artifact, you both returned to Vergen. Geralt went to Phillipa, and you with a sly smile went to the barracks where the elves were stationed. Yorvet was leaning against a stone arch. He noticed you, saying with a stoic face.

"So you're back. Did the witcher find what he was supposed to?"