Bull wished he could capture the look on Geralt's face when the witcher realized Krem was up in the loft, and had been there this whole time. It wasn't often he saw Geralt surprised. Worth it.

"We've run into demon-corrupted bears. And, one time, demon trees filled with possessed squirrels."

Never mind the actual demons when they manifested bodily. He wondered what Geralt would think if he saw a Pride demon, or one of the Nightmares. Bull hoped he never actually got a chance, but with the way shit had been going, he kept thinking a Fade rift was going to open up here in Darrow.

Bull chuckled when he heard assholes. Sounded like the way the Chargers talked to each other, and that made his sleep-deprived self feel better. He shuffled into the tack room to grab his dragon-claw maul and Smash, and he came back with one over each shoulder.