"Figured I'd just become an apple picker."

He chose a path up the hill that was shortest, rather than following the game trails or hiking paths. He knew the qunari could follow. With strength, if not the witcher's puma grace.

"They've started picking off livestock nearby. You'll be helping your boy out, even if he doesn't realize it."

They weren't far. He could catch the carrion stench on the breeze from the purple horizon.