Bull made a face. He knew that all of Geralt's decoctions and mutagens gave him impressive advantages in the field, but still. "Sounds rough."

He'd seen the witcher when the toxicity started getting to him.

He caught the bauble Geralt tossed to him. "Smells like harpy. But it looks - and feels - familiar. Can't wait to see Dorian's face when he finds out where we found this." His voice softened, gentled at the mention of the mage.