[ Geralt only shakes his head at that. The thing he desires the most when he's working is the lack of excitement. A couple of days watching a nest under the blazing sun, split the giant bird or lizard in two when it shows. Take the eggs for the evening's dinner, if there are any. Remove any parts he thinks will fetch good coin at the shops. It's routine and that's how he prefers it.

He's too old for adrenaline. ]

No one's first kill is clean. [ He's no longer thinking of rabbits and deer precisely. His expression is contemplative for a moment before he seems to put aside what was on his mind.

He flips the knife in his hand while he waits for Jesper to finish his turn. ] A boar. Decent game in winter. Pain to carry the fucking thing up a mountain slope, though. It was nearly bigger than I was.

[ Then he still had to skin and butcher it when he was home. Fairly certain his fingers nearly froze off. Maybe they would've if he'd been human. ]