'And what do you think, Geralt?' Boatbug uttered, l*****g the burbot's skin clean. 'Another quiet voyage? You know what I'd say? That monster's no fool. It knows you're lying in ambush. Hearken to this — at home in our village, there was a river and in that river lived an otter which would creep into the yard and strangle hens. It was so crafty that it never crept in when Father was home, or me and my brothers. It only showed up when Grandpa was left by himself. And our grandpa, hearken, was a bit feeble in the head and paralysis had taken his legs. It was as if the otter, that son-of-a-b***h, knew. Well then, one day our pa—'
'Ten per cent ad valorem}.' yelled the dwarven merchant from amidships, waving the fox skin about. 'That's how much I owe you and I'm not going to pay a copper mor
