Bull was respecting Geralt's disappointment in humanity, and that was all he cared to look for. He stood again and gingerly lifted his sword from his back. The silver-shod wolf emblem of the pommel glittered in the dusk light.

He tossed it to Bull.

Bull needed to work it out.

"They attack from the sky with talons. They scream. They'll vomit and shit on you. The vomit's corrosive, the shit's shit."