"Hm." Eskel rolls his shoulders, thinking. "The way I see it, I'm gonna let you go but I need to keep you from sticking around here. There are witchers in the world who don't play by my forefathers' rules, and I know intimately what a pack of even the most wretched humans can do when they get their mind up to kill something. If you're spotted, there'll be nothing to protect you and I'll probably catch hell if I pass back through here in living memory. So..." He cocks his head thoughtfully. "I'm gonna solve your mystery, expose the mayor and his buddies. Can't promise I'll kill them myself but I can make sure the shit with the women stops."

He reaches for the strap holding his swords across his chest, but rather than do anything threatening with them, he unfastens the buckle, lays the blades aside, then his absurdly bright jacket. Shrugging out of it with a jingle of hardware.

"So that's one reason to stick around town gone." He reasons, shedding his leather vest so that now he sits across from bull on just his shirt-sleeves. "Figure I can get rid of the last one too. Satisfy you enough that you can get away from here without the temptation of your intimacies with these villagers. Don't care where, just somewhere you aren't actively being hunted. And you did say you'd make it convincing, sending me back to town looking like I went a couple rounds in the ring with you." He grins. "Guess we can decide what kind of rounds those turn out to be. How about it?"