Two Nilfgaardian Soldiers guard this gate.
The Tower is past the gate and to the right
A fortified wooden gate that leads to the command area of the garrison
Two soldiers stand guard outside.
Nilfgaardian Soldier: Military camp. No locals allowed without the express consent of the Garrison Commander
Geralt: I look like a local to you?
Nilfgaardian Soldier: You look like trouble.
Geralt: Dead wrong - I make trouble go away. I'm a witcher.
Geralt: Huh, you Black Ones aren't so scary after all. Can even be nice if you want to.
Nilfgaardian Soldier: Don't get accustomed, Nordling. To the tower, go!