"Struggle is an illusion. Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun - the tide rises, the tide falls, but the sea is changeless. Maraas shokra - there is nothing to struggle against."

Bull could smell the maaras-lok as soon as Geralt got the bottle down and he chuckled. "Have you tried the maaras-lok as a human?"

Most non-Qunari he'd met choked on the first swallow, and had trouble with the rest after that. Geralt had been the only person he'd met that looked human that could handle it.