"What, you didn't like that one?" He asks, watching her toy with one of the embroidered blouses and then pass over it. The woman running the stall, though she looks a little wary of the witcher and his strange companion, at least respects the coin.

"She likes it very much, I'd wager. Stared at it long enough. Don't you like it, dearie? My old ma does all those flowers herself. Won't find anything made with such care in a city shop, I'd wager!" Even though Eskel was pretty sure this was one of the merchants who would haul their goods down south to the real cities as soon as the spring thaw came.

"If you want the shirt, you can get it." He says. "Think of it as a souvenir for when you get home."