"They call me Radko. I arrange the horse races here. You must've heard talk. Wanna try? Say the word. Don't? Sod off. (...) Ah. Finally here. Rules are simple. Choose who you're gonna run against, make your wager, then ride to Blackbough and back. First's the winner, second's a bleedin' cunt. Got it?"
- - Radko to Geralt