I bandaged a wounded man, who’d fainted away, and put him on my cart and didn’t leave him to expire. It’s an ordinary matter, Witcher, sir.” “It’s not so ordinary, Yurga. I’ve been left… in similar situations… Like a dog…” The merchant, lowering his head, said nothing. “Well, what can I say, it’s a base world,” he finally muttered. “But that’s no reason for us all to become despicable. What we need is kindness. My father taught me that and I teach it to my sons.”
