“You can assume any form. Any that you wish.” “Indeed.” “Why then, a man? Why Borch with three black birds on his coat of arms?” The dragon smiled cheerfully. “I don’t know, Geralt, in what circumstances the distant ancestors of our races encountered one another for the first time. But the fact is that for dragons, there is nothing more repugnant than man. Man arouses instinctive, irrational disgust in a dragon. With me it’s different. To me you’re… likeable. Farewell.”
