[ For Jaskier? He truthfully can't say. Both, perhaps. Jaskier walked up to him one day, declared himself a Witcher's barker, and before he knew it, he was written into a song. The White Wolf. Geralt of Rivia. And buried in there somewhere, the Butcher of Blaviken.

But there's a history beyond it he doesn't speak of often. Steve has shared his, so after a second, he decides to do the same. ]

The School of the Wolf was one of the last standing by my time. It's where I was taken and raised. Every Witcher leaves with a medallion.

[ Only for a brief period, upon his arrival here, was he without it. The moment it was returned to him, he put it back on and has not taken it off—and Steve may have noticed he never wears it beneath anything, either. Not when he dons his gear, not when he wears his cloak. It's always visible, purposefully so. ]

But not the hair. [ That's also added drily. ]