“Of course, what else? Know what? Let’s think up a name for my elven nag. Mmm…” “Why not Roach?” mocked the troubadour. “Roach,” agreed the Witcher. “Nice.” “Geralt?” “Yes.” “Have you ever had a horse that wasn’t called Roach?” “No,” answered the Witcher after a moment’s thought. “I haven’t.
