"No." He says, rubbing the back of his back as he hangs up his jacket. "But I won't lie to you and say it's unusual. Sometimes it's worse. I've been spit at, had stuff thrown at me. Had to leave town to avoid zealots and witch-burnings. Sometimes I get turned away from inns or not allowed in town entirely. Witchers get hurt or killed all the time." He shrugs. "But it's not all bad, even if you'll probably find that hard to believe while we're here. Usually the people here aren't so uptight, something must have happened since I was here last. Hopefully they'll still sell me the winter supplies I need." He shakes his head. "Ah well, the guy who runs this place likes my coin well enough, we'll at least get good food and you'll have a decent bed."