[ No. Not much to hear from the ones who vanished. Of which there have been more than a few. People come and go. Sometimes they return. Sometimes they do not. It leaves a scar nonetheless, every instance.

A few seconds tick by. That question's been asked before. It's true of the newer faces. Chosen. His arrival to this world was more complicated. Three months locked in a dungeon because they apparently labelled him a mistake sort of complicated so— ]

It's what they say of you. [ There's some emphasis on of you. He doesn't see himself as part of that group.

Still, if it's honesty the man is searching for, he'll at least find it in spades in Geralt. ]

They believe they can use you. You can let them, if you want. But I suggest getting out of the barracks when you can.