Bull shook his head. "Not really. You do your job until your too old or too infirm to do it anymore, then the tamassrans will take care of you and make sure you have a comfortable life until you die. But there's no real... retirement. There's rarely even reassignment. The tamassrans are good at what they do - I couldn't have stopped spying to be a farmer. I'd be bored out of my mind."

He shrugged one shoulder and finally pulled the food Geralt had given him closer. He understood hospitality rules better since traveling around places like Ferelden, so he didn't refuse what he'd been given.

"For people like me, you do your job until it kills you or until you physically or mentally can't anymore. Then I might be called back to Par Vollen and allowed to live out my life. I'm forty, still doing my job. Our natural lifespans aren't that different from humans." He added that last part to give Geralt an idea of what that meant.