"Not really. Here and there. None like that. Plenty of them don't like witchers, wouldn't touch one. Which I can't fault them for, obviously." He shrugs, scrutinizing the floor, and then turning his attention to Bull. "I'm starting to suspect," he begins, gingerly. "That you're going somewhere with this. Or trying to. I'm about to trust you with my life, getting mixed up in this shit with the missing girls. I need you to be straight with me, like I've been with you. What are you after?" He wonders if maybe there is a succubus mixed up in all this. A friend of the creature? How did that factor in the matter of the missing women and whatever was going on with the mayor and his cronies?
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Which I can't fault them for, obviously." He shrugs, scrutinizing the floor, and then turning his attention to Bull. "I'm starting to suspect," he begins, gingerly. "That you're going somewhere with this. Or trying to. I'm about to trust you with my life, getting mixed up in this shit with the missing girls. I need you to be straight with me, like I've been with you. What are you after?" He wonders if maybe there is a succubus mixed up in all this. A friend of the creature? How did that factor in the matter of the missing women and whatever was going on with the mayor and his cronies?