"Well, to be honest," Eskel says sheepishly. "You've kinda put me in a bind here. Code says I should at least hear you out and I've got no reason to kill you and I get the feeling you're about to make a case for why I shouldn't find those missing ladies either." The witcher shifts to sitting properly, stretching out his stocky legs (a little anyway, not wanting to impose in what little personal space Bull had for himself on that side of the tent) instead of kneeling as if in meditative readiness to spring. "But I'll figure something out. Usually do in these situations. Man's gotta eat and have somewhere to lay his head, after all. But I'm not above cheatin' a little." Another shrug.