"Was never a good storyteller. Left that to the bard."

The witcher shifted a little where he sat. The subject bordered on the uncomfortable, not because of the qunari, but because of Geralt's snarled past.

"Distrusting sorcery is only wisdom. Still, I wouldn't go sewing any mouths shut. Trusting them too much is naivety. Pissing them off? Flagrant recklessness."

Geralt grimaced, and thought of violet eyes and lilac and gooseberries.