[ If Nero is feeling prickled by the remark, Geralt's shrug is impersonal at best. The kind that says he has his reasons, but he isn't willing to dig deep into it. ]

I've seen it before. Villagers who choose monsters as their gods. I took it on myself to kill one once. When I returned in the spring, the village was in ruins. Their monster had been keeping a hungrier one at bay. It's why they were feeding it.

[ Yeah. Sometimes a village does give its people to a monster because they believe it a god or they simply think it's best that way. They prefer the steady sacrifice than to wait for the unknown of a monster ravaging the children, storming their homes.

He doesn't know what choice was the right one. He only knows he hadn't exactly helped a damn thing. Isn't that how it often goes?

He slides a silver piece onto the table to pay for the rest of the food and drink. ] Do what feels right. It's all any of us have.