Geralt made quick work of getting the food off the spit. He tossed it onto wooden trenchers he'd whittled, with an apple and some cheese. Bull was reserved the rabbit, because it was bigger and so was he, but also because it was Geralt's campfire Bull was sitting at. The laws of hospitality demanded it.
"I used to threaten to stop, the witchering. He'd tell me he thought it was a good idea, that I would be great as a priest, or a soldier. Reminded Dandelion I didn't believe in gods. And I didn't believe in war."
Geralt would not have chosen to become a witcher. If he'd have had the choice. He hadn't. It was no more complicated than that why he still walked the Path.
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Geralt made quick work of getting the food off the spit. He tossed it onto wooden trenchers he'd whittled, with an apple and some cheese. Bull was reserved the rabbit, because it was bigger and so was he, but also because it was Geralt's campfire Bull was sitting at. The laws of hospitality demanded it.
"I used to threaten to stop, the witchering. He'd tell me he thought it was a good idea, that I would be great as a priest, or a soldier. Reminded Dandelion I didn't believe in gods. And I didn't believe in war."
Geralt would not have chosen to become a witcher. If he'd have had the choice. He hadn't. It was no more complicated than that why he still walked the Path.