[Geralt is a very scary looking man. Even if he didn't have the gigantic scar running down his face, Geralt is still a hulking man in chainmail. His long hair, weirdly enough, doesn't soften his face. It's as the Spartans said: long hair gives beauty to a comely face and strength to a terrible face.

Geralt's face is definitely more terrible than comely.

Ben rattles off words like they're distance between the two men and Geralt doesn't care to interrupt him. He learns a lot, though obviously some of the lingo is out of his reach. Sorceresses are the ones who deal with mutagens and it makes sense that some meddling ones might try to make tamable werewolves.

And then Ben admits that he helped cure some werewolves. That's good.

Geralt listens to the entire speech with an idle scorecard in his head. Some ticks fall under 'kill Ben' and some fall under 'let him live'. So far, 'kill Ben' has more ticks.]

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[Geralt waits an extra beat to make sure Ben is done talking before he replies.]

You're quite the talker.

[He tilts his head, hair falling over his shoulder.]

Let me see if I get this; you're a breed of werewolf developed to be more controllable. Is that right?