Geralt, not wanting to waste, gathered up the herbal mush left in the cheesecloth and pressed it into a ball before downing it. He followed it with a last drag off of the Bull's Qunari liquor. There would be plenty analgesic effect left in the grounds.

"Yeah, he did."

Geralt sounded thoughtful, and confident. He was an exceedingly good judge of character. It was, mostly, due to the mutations -- Geralt could sense and smell things that he never consciously picked up. Nevertheless, they left an impression.

"He's a good kid."