Geralt's eyes fluttered closed, and he gave a long sigh. It was a blank sound, but he felt for the first time in days honestly relaxed. The stuff that Bull had shared with him hadn't been vodka, but it had been, maybe a little better.

In only a few drinks, it had managed to send warmth through him, though his throat still tingled.

"It was nearly a century ago now. I barely remember what everything was like before."

He opened his eyes again, looking at the Bull.

"No retirement under the Qun?"