"You know, I think I'd like that. Something to take back home to our library this winter."
The library, where it will probably never be read because there are no more children who are taught to read and write out of the bestiary as old as humanity's presence in this world. But still, it will feel like a contribution of some kind, and he can still talk about this with the three other witchers who will (if the world is not too cruel) be waiting there for him. "It'll have to wait til after whatever this is we're about to do in town is sorted though, didn't bring anything to take notes on." He tips his head back thoughtfully, considering Bull's question.
"I mean, we can track a lot of things by scent. So, I find some leg fur at a scene where a succubus was, sometimes I can find her that way. And usually I try to convince her to let her unfortunate human companions go and leave the area."
Once, this had resulted in...Eskel wasn't sure how it happened. Had he bribed her, traded himself for some unfortunate human knowing he was more likely to survive the encounter? Had she simply demanded his company for the promise to leave and not trouble the settlement? Had she just pounced on him? The fisstech and the exhaustion and a lot of mead and wine had robbed him of a lot of his memories of the encounter.
But Bull doesn't need to know about that, and Eskel tries not to remember what little he does. A witcher's body does not betray arousal easily but he would hate for some stray element of the succubus' memory to show in his face. He does his best.
"Yeah, usually goes alright. Only one or two encounters have ever come to blows."
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The library, where it will probably never be read because there are no more children who are taught to read and write out of the bestiary as old as humanity's presence in this world. But still, it will feel like a contribution of some kind, and he can still talk about this with the three other witchers who will (if the world is not too cruel) be waiting there for him. "It'll have to wait til after whatever this is we're about to do in town is sorted though, didn't bring anything to take notes on." He tips his head back thoughtfully, considering Bull's question.
"I mean, we can track a lot of things by scent. So, I find some leg fur at a scene where a succubus was, sometimes I can find her that way. And usually I try to convince her to let her unfortunate human companions go and leave the area."
Once, this had resulted in...Eskel wasn't sure how it happened. Had he bribed her, traded himself for some unfortunate human knowing he was more likely to survive the encounter? Had she simply demanded his company for the promise to leave and not trouble the settlement? Had she just pounced on him? The fisstech and the exhaustion and a lot of mead and wine had robbed him of a lot of his memories of the encounter.
But Bull doesn't need to know about that, and Eskel tries not to remember what little he does. A witcher's body does not betray arousal easily but he would hate for some stray element of the succubus' memory to show in his face. He does his best.
"Yeah, usually goes alright. Only one or two encounters have ever come to blows."