[ It's telling how much ground the Witcher offers the sorceress by how she pulls him through the crowd. He is perfectly capable of making his own way but he finds no upset in allowing her to take the lead. Geralt's head tilts in interest as he listens to the mostly one sided conversation between the mage and the Sculptor. So he senses it too, but why? ]

Nothing special about me, mate. But if you're wanting to get friendly, I've got business first.

[ Trying to shrug off the connection. The touch. He pulls an arm free, trying to hide how shaken he is. The Sculptor looks between the three. ]

You don't yet realize what he is, do you?