"I won't fall for it anymore."
Heyman froze for a moment, then seemingly figured something out quickly. He burst out in maniacal laughter, "My poor sister, did you really not realize that the black-robed figure who attacked you last time was actually Geralt in disguise?"
"Let me guess, judging by your cluelessness, Dora must still be left in another world. What you've been seeing is nothing more than a body controlled by that woman named Amanda!"
"This man has deceived you!"
Heyman roared furiously.
"Why? Why won't you trust me?"
"I'm your brother, every choice I make is the right one."
He gripped the staff tightly, sending invisible vibrations outward.
"Someone's trying to break the world barrier?"
As though he sensed something, Heyman's gaze fell upon Roger. "It must be that woman Amanda. I should toast to your cunning; our siblings have both become your playthings!"
