Geralt bristled a little at that information. He knew there were cults and spy organizations that did such things, but the witchers had never been so strict about their guildmembers. A witcher could leave the Path at any time, if he chose it.

The trouble was, there was seldom anything out there for a witcher, seen as they were as repulsive, unscrupulous, cold outcasts. There had been Jad Karadin, but Lambert had made short work of the man, and he'd been off, wrong, exactly what Geralt knew people feared of them.

"Qun's not here, though. What are you doing about it?"