Geralt nodded his thanks for the compliment, but said nothing else about the cabin, as Bull had done much of the heavy lifting himself. He pressed on through the doorway, moving out of the entryway so the tall man could make his way in easily.

"What does that mean?" he asked in open curiosity, moving to the cupboards for a bottle of vodka he kept on hand, and the last of the drink that Bull brought over. Maaras-lok or something.