Haven't they the same hunters? The same treasure seekers? Geralt had assumed, only because Estinien had mentioned the so-called champion. What'd they been defended against then? He finds himself intrigued, suddenly, by the kinds of dragons that the elf might know.

"Mm. Legends and stories." Probably. Geralt's not ever cared to confirm. There are certain contracts he won't take and dragons are one of them. The one time he'd joined a hunting party, not for the dragon or some whispered treasure but for...his own reasons—it's given rise to regrets he will live with. But he thinks of Borch with the egg he'd sought to protect, and he also knows he'd have done the same again. If only for that. (And because he knows, what happened on those mountains that day or no, he and Yennefer were never meant to last.)

Who knows? Egg might've even hatched by now.

"Dragons are rare these days," he continues. "Greed and fear took care of that."