"Not a damned slaver, is what I am." Bull grimaces up at him, but it's not like the witcher's got a whole lot of reason to believe any different. Not on a personal level. "Does this look like the kind of place you sleep in when you're getting slaver's money, anyway?"

Just then thunder rumbles sudden and loud enough - at least, loud enough to his ears - to make Bull twitch, his grimace coming back for a second. Still, the noise is kind of right on cue.

"If I got into that kind of crap I'd at least make sure I got to stay out of these shitting storms. If you write me up into one of those bestiaries after you take me out, it'd be nice if you left those kinds of ideas out of it.

"So," he adds, not quite able to help himself. "You got weird vibes from the mayor when he hired you? He say anything else that sounded off?"