While Geralt always expects a fight, he can admit it's hardly common in this area. The soldiers and guards nearby are often enough to deter them, but—

"They were desperate. Perhaps fleeing the city." Not so much looking for easy prey as taking what came their way, risks aside. He's packing his horse already, unwilling to linger too long where this mess lies close to the gates. He isn't that worried—the authorities will not blink over some nameless robbers—but as a general rule, he prefers to avoid attention where he can.

Besides. Nadine has more of a reputation to uphold than he does. He'd rather not get her involved, either.

"You should learn to mount your horse, too." His eyebrow lifts. Weapons are all fine and well, but she needs to be able to ride away on her own. "We'll work on that."