Eskel listens carefully, filing things away to scribble down later. Bull is still being oddly delicate but Eskel is coming to understand that perhaps that is simply the man's nature. That's fine, he doesn't run need all the dirty details, it's just interesting to listen to him talk.

"Yeah, witchers make for scary stories no matter the species. I'm sure what you were told was something far worse than witchers coming to kidnap you if you strayed too far." He scratches the scar on his face. "So what you're trying to reassure me is that you're inordinately careful. You want to look out for them, take care of them. I guess that makes sense, if you were on good terms with people in the village. And other villages, presumably. Which explains why no witchers have come across you, probably. No bodies, only...gently satisfied villages with a secret."