"Yeah." Geralt's head dipped once, chin meeting his chest tiredly. He'd been introduced as Cremisius, but Geralt remembered the man. Short but not small, young in the face, able to make quick work of a kelpie when given the opportunity.

As soon as the liquid in the cup began to boil, Geralt pulled it off the heat with a glove and poured it through a filter cloth into a tin mug.

He passed the liquid to Bull. It smelled strongly of anise and sweet wormwood.

"That's about when the screaming and vomiting starts, normally." Geralt sounded knowing. That Krem hadn't panicked and ran made him unusual.