‘Few of you remain,’ replied Geralt calmly. ‘Which makes things easier. You’re Brehen. Also known as the Cat of Iello.’ ‘Well, I prithee,’ snorted the man with the feline medallion. ‘The famous White Wolf deigns to know my moniker. A veritable honour. Am I also to consider it an honour that you mean to steal the reward from me? Ought I to give you priority, bow to you and apologise? As in a wolf pack, step back from the quarry and wait, wagging my tail until the pack leader has eaten his fill? Until he graciously condescends to leave some scraps?’
